For years, I thought I’d made peace with my past, but the look on my parents’ faces when they showed up at my door proved otherwise. After seventeen years, I thought they’d left me behind as a disappointment. Seeing their shock at my house last Friday, I knew things were about to get interesting.
Seventeen years ago, I told them I wouldn’t go to med school. My mother was horrified; my father dismissed my dreams of acting and business. Instead of supporting me, they cut me out and left me with nothing. I scraped by, building a modest business and a career in banking.
Now they were back in Sydney, struggling to buy a home in an inflated market. I suggested they see my place. They were speechless, shocked I owned it. But their admiration quickly turned to judgment, accusing me of hiding my success, even implying I was involved in shady dealings. Finally, my mother said, “We’ll stay with you. We can’t live in a worse place than our own son.”
I laughed. “You think you can just walk back into my life, judge me, and ask to live here?” My father threatened to cut me out of the will. I shrugged. “What will I do without an inheritance from people who can’t even afford to live here?”
My mother whispered, “We just wanted the best for you.” I replied, “No, you wanted what was best for you. I built my own legacy.”
As they left, my father warned, “You’re making a mistake.” I met his gaze, steady. “No. I already made peace with it.”
Yesterday I was washing and cleaning the car, and then I found an earring under the seat
Yesterday, while I was cleaning the car, I found an earring under the seat. It shocked me so much that I felt sick to my stomach and even threw up right there.
I took the earring inside and confronted my husband with it, asking him angrily: “What is this!?” He responded calmly, saying: “You’re not foolish, you know what it is”.
I explained that I found it in our car, and he suddenly got defensive, claiming he must have dropped it while giving a colleague a ride. He swore it wasn’t what I suspected.
The next day, I went to his workplace and questioned his colleagues to find out who the earring belonged to. When I reached the blonde woman he often has coffee with (who insists she’s just a colleague), I asked if it was hers. She swore it wasn’t hers, reassured me that my husband loves me and would never cheat.
I’m confused and torn. I don’t know what to believe anymore. I’m considering taking the kids and going to my mom’s place.
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