Anonymous wrote:A lot of adults inside and outside the family know and they found ways to let me know. And then my mom (who was cheated on) confirmed it. My relationship with my father (the cheater) has never recovered. After I found out, any attempt by him to parent me or tell me what not to do just seemed funny. Who was this loser, who couldn’t keep it in his pants, to tell me anything? On top of it, he had no remorse and tried to blame my mother. I hid my contempt until I left for college and then I was through.
25 years later, we communicate only through e-mail every two to three years. I haven’t seen him in real life or spoken to him on the phone in 15 years. He hasn’t met my husband and children and never will.
I don’t broadcast this in every day life, so only those in my family know. Even my closest friends don’t know I’m estranged from my father. IME kids who never forgive the cheating parent are A LOT more common than people realize. It’s just that family estrangement is stigmatized and kept a close secret.
Anonymous wrote:I was two when it happened. It was a woman who lived across the street. My dad left our family, she left hers, and they got married. At the time, I was too young to really understand. When I was older and understood somewhat, I didn't think I cared that much. When I had a son of my own, I realized that I was extremely angry at my father.
(One time, when I was an adult, my uncle told me about myself as a toddler being very confused and unhappy wondering where my daddy was. I had no memory of that time, but hearing it, I was so sad for that little boy.)
If anything, it's probably made me a better father and husband. I don't want to be him and, in any event, it's clear that his screwing around and breaking up his family didn't lead to a happier life for him.
Anonymous wrote:I was 11. We lived in a rural sort of town and my parents decided they should rent a small house in a town 2 hours away where there were excellent schools and other opportunities for extracurricular activities. My mother and I lived there and would go home every other weekend. My father would come to us on the other weekends.
One weekend we came home and my father took my mother aside to talk. Within an hour or two she came with red eyes and told me they had decided to separate, she was going back to our home and I was to return on Sunday.
After she left, my father talked to me and explained. He told me he was having an affair with X, a nurse (he was a doctor). Nurse had a fiance.... The affair had been going on for 2 months. He was very excited about it while telling - he had the gal to treat me like his fu...c*#%ing friend (we had a very close relationship), like expecting me to be happy for him or something like that.
I remember crying my heart out and telling him just that. I also remember telling him that I wanted to leave immediately to be with my mother as She needed me. He disagreed and I ended up staying with him the whole miserable weekend. But on that at least he was right because she did need that time alone to try to process things.
She had been completely blindsided. As a married adult with children of my own, I too would have preferred to be left alone for a couple of days under the same circumstances.
She died when I was just shy of 16yr-old and, looking back, I feel so sad for her. She had a miserable, sad life with curveball after curveball being thrown at her from the moment she was born.
Anonymous wrote:I was 11. We lived in a rural sort of town and my parents decided they should rent a small house in a town 2 hours away where there were excellent schools and other opportunities for extracurricular activities. My mother and I lived there and would go home every other weekend. My father would come to us on the other weekends.
One weekend we came home and my father took my mother aside to talk. Within an hour or two she came with red eyes and told me they had decided to separate, she was going back to our home and I was to return on Sunday.
After she left, my father talked to me and explained. He told me he was having an affair with X, a nurse (he was a doctor). Nurse had a fiance.... The affair had been going on for 2 months. He was very excited about it while telling - he had the gal to treat me like his fu...c*#%ing friend (we had a very close relationship), like expecting me to be happy for him or something like that.
I remember crying my heart out and telling him just that. I also remember telling him that I wanted to leave immediately to be with my mother as She needed me. He disagreed and I ended up staying with him the whole miserable weekend. But on that at least he was right because she did need that time alone to try to process things.
She had been completely blindsided. As a married adult with children of my own, I too would have preferred to be left alone for a couple of days under the same circumstances.
She died when I was just shy of 16yr-old and, looking back, I feel so sad for her. She had a miserable, sad life with curveball after curveball being thrown at her from the moment she was born.