Page 7 of Come Apart
But there isn't really a word to encompass the bomb of finding out your dad was screwing your girl.
But it wasn't just physical.
She had a full blown affair with him.
Even when she knew how much I hated him, how much I hated how he treated my mother.
How I blamed him for her death.
As if that wasn't enough, she then fell madly in love with him. And then tried to leave me for him.
And I was the idiot that never saw it coming.
Unfortunately for her, my father was not on the same page.
She got a hefty dose of his asshole side.
She was devastated.
And I...I just couldn't let us go.
She knew me like nobody else did. Knew the child I was before my mom's death, the adult that I'd become.
But that wasn't enough.
Holding on was my mistake.
When he rejected her, I begged her to take me back, promised things would be like they were in the beginning.
When we were both happy.
When she would never have even thought of looking at another man, let alone my father.
She gave in.
I wore her down.
But then...I couldn't hold up my end of the bargain.
I ignored her at every turn, our relationship too damaged to salvage.
I didn't realize it until I had her back.
And then, I didn't know what to do.
So I took to avoiding the issue.
I looked away so much I didn't even register when her depression turned darker.
When it turned dangerous. Not until she tried to kill herself.
A harsh wakeup call that snapped me out of my wallowing, that forced me to grow a pair.
She survived.
But our romantic relationship was done well before that.
Now...we're friends.
