"What?" I stand, feeling a mix of emotions overtake my sense of being. "What do you mean he is my Dad? I thought he was your current boyfriend."
A dull look overtakes her face and she avoids eye contact. "He is. We have decided to try daring again."
"What?"
Betrayal. I feel fucking betrayed by her right now. So all that motherly love she was showing me a while ago was so she could drop a banger like this on me? It was a calm she was building whilst brewing a shitty storm she knew I wouldn't be able to avoid once it started.
"We started going out a few weeks before I came to return your things. He's the one who made me do it."
Ha! So it wasn't her decision to be goody two shoes that day, it was my fucking old excuse for a dad that made her do it. It's like these two were a match made in hell just so they could give birth to me and torture the fuck out of me until I felt like suffocating, and they know how to do it alright.
