Walking in on and seeing my dad at another women’s house, when I was about 10 ½ was a life changing and quite frankly wasn’t my idea of a winter wonderland. It was about mid March and still very cold out. One day my day my so called dad or Rick as I like to call him, was trying to assist a couple, Tasha and Shane who just happened to live across the street. They lived in a little yellow three bedroom house with brown trimming, and absolute disaster zone! Oh not to mention she had three kids of her own. She and her husband were going through a divorce, and Rick was helping with some papers and questions.
Later, he come home claiming he forgot his hat the one with the yellow 1st Calvary patch on it and asks if he can go get it. I said “yes”, I don’t know why I said yes wasn’t my dicission or my place to say yes, but he went. I always felt like I had to take charge of my little brother Kameron and my sister Mckenzie growing up and see what’s up all the time. So upholding my responsibility I took a little stroll over across the street to her house. Not knowing what was in store for my little innocent eyes.
Now, what I saw with my own two eyes was the most foul, searing, and scaring sight a 10 ½ year old should “Never” see. I saw my own dad the one who was supposed to be there for me to show me the righteous way. The daddy who should protect me love me and care for me, I witnessed “Cheating” on my incredible mom. With a nasty, woman with bigger feet then him and a nose that a duck can’t possibly out point. Right there in that moment in time will stay with me and that memory of losing everything in him will stay with me through my old gray years. Hopefully in time I will be able to forgive him but here I am at 15 years old. I occasionally talk to him. I think that trust and love will never be there again.