Why I have, well what should I call it?

My daddy was my hero. He never did anything special or magical, but he loved me and we had a bond. I was the only girl with 3 older brothers.Daddy never paid attention to his boys, even before I was born. But when I was born, my Dad was “in heaven.” Ask my brothers and my mother… They all contest to it. Then, when I turned 12, I found out my Dad… That man who promised to protect me, be there for me… The only family member who made sure we maintained a close relationship (nothing sexual if anyone is thinking that)… The Dad I bragged about to my friends for being so fun, supportive, and way better than my Mom. (Sorry Mom) well he decided that it was time to let the cat out of the bag. A secret which started in full form in 1954… That he had been holding in, while being married to my beautiful Mother for 28 years, 4 children and a wonderful home which was “home” to all of us…. “I have to tell you something, and I want you to know that you are a beautiful woman and have been the best wife ever…” my Mom listening and just waiting to hear he had met another woman… It would make sense, all the “trips” he had been taking over the last 5 years, the long hours he had been putting in at work, and all the changes my Mom noticed but no one else did…because my Mom loved him more than anything… Pause for a deep breath. More later. My tears are ridiculous and I’m nowhere near close to getting to what things are like today…28 years later.

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