
onelastsnack
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- Apr 14, 2025
- 9
There is no real purpose for this post. I just wanted to scream this out somewhere.
I encountered concrete evidence that my father is cheating. I found my father's texts and the contents were expected. I already had an idea that this kind of thing was going on. I didn't really have any expectations for him but seeing it all in person still made me feel sick. Disgusted. Nauseous.
It's like studying for an exam for weeks upon weeks, being certain of the material that will be presented. But the moment you are actually handed the exam and gaze your eyes upon it for the first time, you just blank out. You already know the material and you fully understand how to approach it. Even so, your fingers are resistant to any movement all of a sudden. You are stuck frozen in time as a thousand thoughts run through your head.
I don't know. Writing my thoughts won't change anything. But it helps me cope so why not?
I feel sick. I feel like throwing up. But most of all, I feel terrible for my mother. I'm sure she already knows as well. It's nothing new, really, but it is still sickening to witness.
I'm not really sure where this post should belong but putting this in recovery or off-topic seems really inappropriate considering how heavy this topic might be.
I encountered concrete evidence that my father is cheating. I found my father's texts and the contents were expected. I already had an idea that this kind of thing was going on. I didn't really have any expectations for him but seeing it all in person still made me feel sick. Disgusted. Nauseous.
It's like studying for an exam for weeks upon weeks, being certain of the material that will be presented. But the moment you are actually handed the exam and gaze your eyes upon it for the first time, you just blank out. You already know the material and you fully understand how to approach it. Even so, your fingers are resistant to any movement all of a sudden. You are stuck frozen in time as a thousand thoughts run through your head.
I don't know. Writing my thoughts won't change anything. But it helps me cope so why not?
I feel sick. I feel like throwing up. But most of all, I feel terrible for my mother. I'm sure she already knows as well. It's nothing new, really, but it is still sickening to witness.
I'm not really sure where this post should belong but putting this in recovery or off-topic seems really inappropriate considering how heavy this topic might be.