I haven’t met you and never plan on it, but I’ve heard stories about you. I don’t usually determine if I like or don’t like someone until I’ve gotten to know them but I don’t need to meet you to know if I like you or not. You ruined my parents’ marriage so quite frankly, I don’t like you one bit. Hate may even be the word for it. You are the reason that my brother and I didn’t get to grow up with married parents. You are the reason that my parents divorced. You made me and my brother another statistic of being children growing up with divorced parents.
There were two people at fault here, not just you, yes I know that. But you knew that my dad was married, you knew that he had a kid with one on the way, so why did you do it? Why did you insert yourself in the middle of my parents’ marriage by making yourself the wedge that would drive them apart? Why my dad? You could’ve found someone who was single, not married. Did you even think about me during this operation? Did you think about the two year old little girl and her unborn baby brother that was in her mommy’s stomach? How it would affect us? Did you think about my mom? Did you think about how this would affect her? How hurt she would be when she would eventually find out that her husband is cheating on her with you? No. You didn’t. You were being selfish.
I didn’t know why my parents divorced until I was in 7th grade. A part of me always thought about why they divorced, but I didn’t think that it would be because of someone like you. But I think what hurt me the most is that you got pregnant. You got another innocent child involved in all of that mess. When my dad told my mom about you she broke down and didn’t know what to do. I’m not even going to bring up how my pregnant mother gave you a piece of her mind and scared you off to Florida because I think that would be a little embarrassing for you don’t you think? She told me that during that time we went to go live my cousins for a few weeks. But despite you, my parents tried to work it out. We moved back into my house with my dad and things were going alright. That’s when you decided to ruin everything once again. You kept calling the house and asking to speak to my dad. When it was time for your baby to be born you kept calling the house. You would even call the house for absolutely no reason and my mom was fed up with it. It’s like you had a sixth sense of knowing that my parents were trying to work things out and you inserted yourself into the mix once again. That’s when my mom had the last straw and decided to ask my dad for a divorce.
I’m 18 years old and in college now and am far from that 12 year old 7th grader who bawled her eyes when she found out why her parents divorced. I don’t think about you as much anymore. Yeah I still think about the “what if” of you not existing or ruining my parents’ marriage, but you and your son don’t cloud my thoughts anymore. I know what kind of person you are and I know what kind of person I am. A better one. I hope you’re not ruining anyone else’s marriage down there in Florida.
