September 13, 2008
The Day I Beat Up My Fathers Girlfriend III
*read part I and II in the previous posts
I drove back home with every intention to end this Thursday like it started. Perfectly normal.
I walked in and saw my mother sitting in the living room watching tv. I kissed her forehead and entered my room.
Once I walked in everything I have done came rushing back at me, flooding me one minit and totally draining me the next. Ever since I found out about my dad i hadn't had a good nights sleep. I needed to get in bed, just lay down and breath.
I crawled in still wearing my shoes and closed my eyes.
Where is she! Where the hell is she?! I could hear my fathers voice somewhere far away.
Should I pretend I don't know what he's talking about. Should I lock myself in my room?
Or should I just confront him and get it over with?!!
I didnt have time to come to a decision. My father came barging into my room with my mother at his heels a look of total confusion on her face.
What did you do! How dare you! How dare you ! he screamed
What did she do! asked my mom panicked
I sat up slowly in bed.
How dare I, I hissed, really dad!
What were you thinking! Thats totally irresponsible of you! Shes threatening to go to the police!
Police ! Whats going on! My moms hands flew to her heart
We both ignored her.
You want to talk about responsibility! Lets talk about yours daddy! While you so casually tossed us aside I was trying to save this family!
I did not raise you to act like that!
And I suppose your parents raised you to cheat on your wife !
My dad slapped me across the face. Hard!
I could feel my whole left side throbbing.
Cheat on his wife my mom whispered
Should I tell her or do you want to? I said angrily
My dad did not reply
I turned to her trying to hold back my tears and told her, I just came from an apartment in shaab where I beat up your husbands girlfriend.
My moms knees buckled and she fell to the floor.
To say that this perfectly normal Thursday was the most dramatic in my life would be an understatement.
It can only be topped by the Apocalypse.
In the months that followed my family went through a hell of a roller coaster ride.
My dad stopped talking to me.
My mom left my dad and moved back to her parents place where she stayed for 6 months.
My dad came back crawling with his tail between his legs and begged my mom to come back home.
Eventually she did.
And slowly, very slowly my family started to put pieces of itself back together.
Its been a long time now, and were the happiest we have been in ages.
I don't regret beating that bitch. And yes I do know my dad deserves a beating just as much as she did, but if i could turn back time id walk up to apartment twenty three in a heartbeat.
*this story is true as told to me by the girl who beat up her fathers girlfriend