It’s me again! I know that you are all asking for an update on my situation. Thank you all for the nice comments you’ve been leaving on the videos. It’s nice to know that there are some nice people in the world because this experience has left me feeling pretty terrible. So, after we busted my Dad and my BFFs mom, we didn’t know what to do. We went back to my car and just drove around. We had to pull over once when we both burst into tears. How could they do this? Is this going to break up our families? What’s going to happen?
We talked over all the different ways that this could go before deciding that the best course of action was to tell my mother. It was a long and quiet drive back to my place. My mother was watching TV when we got there but could tell from our faces that something was wrong.
She turned off the TV and listened as we told the story. When we were finished, she just shook her head. She said that she didn’t believe it. She demanded to see proof. We didn’t have any except the phone and that didn’t really prove much.
My mother grabbed her phone and called my Dad. He answered right away but said that he couldn’t talk because he was at the office. My mother told him what we had said, I couldn’t hear what he said, but mom agreed and hung up. Now she was mad. And she was mad as us! She yelled at us for making up hurtful things. How Dad said that he could show Mom the screenshot of when he went to the gym and how we were being horrible daughters by trying to start rumours. My mother has never talked to me like that. We were stunned.
We had to get out of there, so we got back into my car and drove around again. That was when my friend said we had to tell her Dad. I had a bad feeling about this as when I’ve been around her Dad, he’s either drinking or hungover. But with my mother being no help, we tried her Dad.
It went as well as we expected. He was already pretty drunk when we got there and when we told him the story he just laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more before passing out. Father of the year, right there.
There was a message on my friends answering machine from her mother saying that she was staying at a friend because she had to work late. Yeah right, I knew who that friend was. But how was he going to explain that to my Mom?
I thought it was best to stay the night at my BFFs, so we could try to talk to her Dad again when he sobered up in the morning. We didn’t sleep much that night. We cried and held each other. It was not a great time.
In the morning, we talked to her Dad again. He listened. He nodded but didn’t say much. He said that he needed to think things over and that we should go to school.
After a few days of tiptoeing around the house, nothing happened. My mom pretended that nothing happened and never brought it up. My dad kept going to the gym and seemed his normal self. My BFF said that it was the same at her house.
I tried to let it come out but eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. When we were having dinner one night, I burst out crying and said I couldn’t take it anymore. Are we not going to talk about what I saw? I thought that they would try to deny it but to my shock, my dad admitted it. My mom smiled at him and said that they were trying to protect me.
I demanded to know everything. So, they told me that they were fighting a lot and unhappy. They were almost going to call it quits and get a divorce, but they wanted to stay together for me and that they still loved each other but they needed something else. So, they entered into an “open marriage” which means they can have relationships with other people but are still together.
When I asked my mom why she got so upset with me and my BFF when we confronted her, she said it was because that’s not how she wanted me to find out and that upset her. She panicked. That was it. That was where they left it and I’m just supposed to accept it as life now.
I called my BFF and she said that her parents were not having an open marriage but instead it turns out that they were relieved because her dad was having an affair with a younger woman already so this was perfect for them to call it a day. What’s going on? What are the adults acting like the children? Are we going crazy? When did they stop thinking about how this will affect us?
What would you do if your parents sprung this on you?--
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