Sunday, September 05, 2010

Confirmed

It all went down yesterday.

A few hours before we were leaving for the Lady Gaga concert. I came home early, change of clothes in tow, so that Meg and I could go for a run together. And that's what we did - cranked out seven miles while singing and executing silly dance moves.

When we came home, Dad was there. He'd been at work. And, suddenly, it struck me that he probably wasn't at work. That his office was probably closed due to the holiday weekend.

And I was suspitious.

So, when he sat down on the couch and was playing with the dogs and talking to my mom and my sister, I went to the drawer where he generally throws his wallet and cell phone when he gets home. The phone was there. I slipped into the next room and opened up his text messages.

And there it was. A text message sent late on Friday night. Something along the lines of "I'm going to go to bed now so that tomorrow morning comes faster and I can be in your arms."

I scrolled up to earlier text messages. From her: "about that sword swallowing comment that you made earlier, that is ABSOLUTELY nothing that I have ever done before."

I wanted evidence, yes. What I didn't want was to read about some old hag sucking my dad off.

I closed his phone. I put it back. And I felt like I was going to vomit.

A few minutes later, I looked at it again. I was in the kitchen. My mom was right there. I considered showing her the text messages. Just getting it over with.

I put the phone back.

I went to my bedroom and I paced around. I needed to get ready for the concert. I needed to shower. I was robotic, pulling out my clothes and racing to the bathroom. I turned the shower on. "Just get in the shower," I told myself. "Just get in the shower."

I didn't. I pulled Meg into the bathroom with me.

"Would you tell Mom if you thought that Dad was cheating on her?"

"You think Dad is cheating on Mom?!"

"I'm sure of it."

2 comments:

Susan said...

Oh man. I am so so so sorry to hear this, A.

Goldilocks said...

Just catching up on all this.

I feel like I'M going to vomit.

SO SO SO sorry sweetie.

 
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