I used to trust almost everyone that I met, at least up until a few years ago. It started on a Sunday at the park. I was only 14 on the day my dad’s side of the family decided to get together at the park. However, there weren’t that many kids my age, so my sister and I ended up bored sitting in the back of the truck with the windows rolled down and the music on waiting to leave. My sister got bored and started looking through my mom’s phone. When she found messages from another guy, she didn’t know what to do so she gave the phone to me and showed me. I thought I was having a nightmare! My jaw dropped and I froze for a while. After I realized I wasn’t dreaming, my instincts kicked in so I ran to my dad as fast as I could and showed him the phone.
About a month before this happened my mom had just had surgery, so she was on disability from work, so you can only imagine how shocked I was to find out my mom was having an affair when all along I thought she was hurt. For the next few weeks I went to sleep almost every night to the sound of my parents arguing and yelling about the whole situation. I would constantly hear arguments such as my dad asking, “How could you do this to me? How could you do this to the kids? Don’t you love them?” and my mom responding, “I do love the kids and I didn’t do anything wrong.” I even witnessed the worst thing ever, my dad in tears. I always sat and asked myself the same questions, “How could my mom do this? She already had two kids with my dad, so what in the world would ever make her decide she want to be with someone else?”
I could always tell that my dad felt the same way as I did. But even though I was mad at my mom for doing it, I still loved her as my mom and I could see that my dad still loved her as his wife and as the mother of his kids. I guess this is what gave my dad the guts to give my mom another chance and try to work things out with her.
A few months later my mom told me and my sister that she was going back to work that Thursday. I finally thought to myself “Good thing everything is finally over with. She’s finally going back to work and maybe everything will be back to normal.” When that Thursday finally came, it was like a normal day. My sister and I got ready for school, my parents got ready for work, and then everyone left the house. After school, however, my dad picked up my sister and me from school. This was unusual because he was never home until 5pm on work days. I knew this was a bad thing right away because I got that horrible feeling in my stomach, the same feeling that you get when you know you got caught doing something bad and you’re about to be punished for it. But I didn’t want to get into my parents’ business so I just kept my mouth shut. The next day I noticed that my mom wasn’t going to work anymore so I asked her about it but she just responded saying, “Oh… Um… Well, work called me and said that I could take another month off because I didn’t look so good yet.”
Later that month, my cousin came up to me and asked me how I was doing. I wondered why he seemed so concerned about me so I responded, “What do you mean? You act like if I was hurt when nothing happened.” He then asked, “No one has told you about your mom?” “What about her?” I asked. As my cousin looked at me I could see how sad and scared he was to talk to me. He then put his head down and said, “Remember the day that your mom said that she was going back to work but then she only went for one day? Well that day our dads followed her and it turns out she went to spend the day with some guy. He’s probably her boyfriend. But it was the same guy that she had messages from a long time ago. ” I was shocked. Not knowing what to say, I told my cousin I needed some time to myself to think, so he left.
I started noticing then that my parents were getting back to the same place that they had been in before with all the arguing and talk about divorce. I didn’t think much of it at this time because I began to see it as a game that they played. They would say to everyone, “This time were getting a divorce for sure,” but then a month later they would be together talking and acting happy like nothing ever happened.
Things didn’t go how I thought this time. The same week my parents asked me and my sister to sit down at the table because we needed to have a “family meeting.” We were both very nervous because they had never told us this before. So when we got to the table we sat next to each other crossing our fingers hoping everything was okay. My parents both looked at each other wondering who should be the one to give the bad news, when my dad finally said. “We needed to tell you guys that we are getting a divorce, but we still love both of you guys and we want you to know that. This is why we are having this talk before anyone tells you a different story. We also want you guys to know that it’s not your fault, it’s ours. ”
My sister and I were later shocked when we overheard my mom saying that my dad had cheated on her a long time ago. After hearing this, I felt betrayed by both of my parents. I was mad, sad, upset, shocked, horrified, and worst of all I felt as if nothing in the world was right anymore. I knew that there was no one to blame but my parents, so at the time I felt disgusted by both of them. I was mad at them and no longer saw them as the parents who loved and cared so much for their children.
Since my sister and I were already preparing for the move, we weren’t shocked when my mom found a place to move out to. My parents decided that they were going to share their kids fifty-fifty, like it was so easy for us to move from house to house every week. Eventually my sister and I got tired of how things were, so we took things into our own hands. Now I live with my dad only and my sister lives with my mom. We still find time to visit each other so it’s not a bad way of living, at least I think. Actually I like it better because I feel like it makes it even more fair for my parents since they both have someone living with them at all times so they’re never alone.
After a few months went by I began to realize that even though what my parents did was bad, I shouldn’t let that get in the way of how I feel about them. That’s why I can honestly say that I still think about what they did at times, but that doesn’t stop me from loving them as my parents. The only thing that has changed for me now is that I know I’m better off watching out for the people I trust and the people around me, because if the people closest to me could do this, then anyone can.