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Autobiographical Incident

It was a warm summer day when I got the news that my mother had passed away. I was sitting in my apartment, idly scrolling through social media when I saw the notification from my sister. At first, I thought it was a mistake. Surely, my mother was fine. She was always fine. But then I saw the date of the post and realized that it was true. My mother was gone.

I sat there for a long time, staring at my phone in disbelief. I couldn’t believe it. My mother was gone. The one person who had always been there for me, no matter what, was gone. It didn’t seem real.

Eventually, I got up and walked around my apartment in a daze. I couldn’t sit still. I felt like I needed to do something, but I didn’t know what. So I just kept moving, walking from room to room without really seeing anything.

I called my father and told him the news. He was devastated. My mother was his rock, the one person who could always make things better. Now she was gone and he didn’t know what to do.

I wanted to go home, to be with my family and grieve together, but I couldn’t. My work commitments meant that I couldn’t just up and leave. So I did the next best thing and flew home as soon as I could.

I’ve been witnessing my father cheating on my mother since I was five years old. My mother is at home thinking everything is fine, but all along I’ve seen him with these women. She has given so much love and comfort to everyone in this house that she does not deserve to be treated that way.

I remember being so young and wondering why my dad couldn’t just be like other dads and be around more. I would constantly ask him where he was going or when he was coming home. Sometimes he would lie to me and say that he was going to work when really he wasn’t. I remember one day I had a thought, “Why doesn’t my family love me?” At that age, I didn’t understand what was happening between my parents but all I knew is that something wasn’t right.

As I got older, I began to realize what was happening and it hurt me even more to see my mom go through that pain. No matter how many times she caught him cheating, she always took him back. She would always tell me that she loved him and that she was just going to give him another chance. I admired her for that because I knew it wasn’t easy for her.

Now, my parents are divorced but I still love them both equally. I know they made mistakes but they’re still my family. And no matter what they did, I will always love them unconditionally.

My father, to me, was a courageous, loyal, and dedicated Marine. So why did he do what he did to my mother I wonder. To this day, I am still perplexed as to why he would sleep with other women when he had my mother at home. My mother is one of the kindest persons I’ve ever met. She doesn’t pass judgment on others without even talking with them or getting to know them first.

She always puts everyone’s feelings before her own. So why would he hurt her like that I wondered.

I sat in my room one day trying to make sense of it all when I heard a knock at the door. I got up to answer it and it was my mom. She walked in and sat down on my bed with me and we just looked at each other for what felt like forever but in reality was only a few seconds. And then she finally broke the silence and told me everything.

She explained to me that my dad had been seeing other women because he was not happy with himself. He did not feel like he was good enough for her or for our family. And that is why he would cheat on her.

But she also told me that she forgave him and that they were working on their relationship. And even though it was hard, she loved him and wanted to make things work.

After hearing my mom’s story, I realized that even though what my dad did was wrong, I could understand why he did it. And I also understood that forgiveness is a powerful thing. It can help heal the deepest of wounds.

Every morning, I can observe her eagerness to get out of bed and start the day. From what I recall, I was in the car with my father, who drove a lot, so that he might go out. After driving for a while, we arrived at this house that I had never seen before and there were several children on the street and in front of the house. My father had told me to stay outside and play while he was inside talking “supposedly,” but all I did was stare at the kids wondering who they were.

I remember being so young and not understanding why my dad had to talk to these people. After a while, he came out and we left.

I never saw those kids again but that day has stayed with me because it was the first time I had ever seen my mom. My dad had told me that she was inside talking with some friends. I didn’t understand what was going on but I knew that she was important to him. After that day, I would see her more often and we would go on car rides together. She would always take me to get ice cream or buy me new clothes. I never really understood why she wasn’t around more often but I was just happy that she was there when she could be.

I was at least outside for 40 minutes, and when my father and this lady came out holding hands and giving each other a big hug, I didn’t pay attention to it because I was just five years old. In my head, though, I knew that woman wasn’t my mother. We got home, and he acted like nothing had happened, so I couldn’t tell my mother what happened because she wouldn’t even try to listen to me. Two days later: What occurred on this day in my life will be etched in memory forever. My aunt from Panama visited us with my cousin.

My dad had told my mom she was going to come visit us and my mom seemed really happy about it. When they got here it was just a big mess, my aunt started arguing with my dad while my cousin was trying to separate them. Through all this commotion I remember seeing my mother sitting in the corner with her head down and just crying her eyes out.

My mom had told me that my dad had been cheating on her with this other woman and she had finally found out about it. From that day on everything changed, my parents stopped talking to each other, they argued all the time, and we even had to move out of our house because they could not afford it anymore.

As I look back now I realize how much that day changed my life, if it was not for that day I would have never known about the truth and my parents would have still been together. That day also made me realize how much my mother really loved us because she stayed with my dad even though she knew he was cheating on her. In the end they both got what they deserved, my dad lost his family and my mom got to keep hers.

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