The surfacing truth
What I refused to believe is that what you did was true. I heard the conversation about what you have done behind her back. I heard the words spilling from your drunken mouth. It hurt my heart to listen. One too many beers is all it took for me to start to put pieces together. The truth is my family was not so happy and perfect after all.
Knowing what you had done to her was always in the back of my mind. I just forced myself to think it was the alcohol. I made myself believe this until just weeks before my first semester of college. Coming home to her in tears. Trying to explain the damage you have caused. All of the secrets she has kept to cover up your disgusting choices. She never cries. At least never in front of me. Hearing all about one of the many stories about your relationships on the side. I was shaking with anger and sadness. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. All of this life changing news was so unexpected, yet at the same time I always had a feeling something wasn’t right. I urge her to be strong. Don’t be afraid to make a change. I needed to make her feel like her world may not fall apart after all. Shortly after our heart to heart conversation, which is a very rare occurrence, we went inside and began to pack. We packed up your things and decided that if you wanted to live your life, you can live it somewhere else. Maybe one day you will try and be as involved in my life as you once were.
You come home from your trip tomorrow… your things are sitting in the front room. You are oblivious to the fact that you won’t be staying long after your return. I haven’t spoken to you in days. I don’t know if I am ready to after what happened. I have been lied to time and time again from the people closest to me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on to these crumbling relationships as they fall through my fingers.
