Two weeks later….
Cameron
I was just getting home from New York. Watching my mom go through this made me so angry with my father. To see her reliving the days where he tortured her, made me want to dig him up, kick his ass and throw him off a bridge somewhere. He was the true definition to the word monster.
Yet still I missed him. We were really close. It was because of him I even went to jail. I could have turned him in, but at the end of the day that was my father. The same love I had for Mom I had for him too. A lot of the stuff he put Mom through I didn’t see it. The man I know as my Dad was smart calculated, loving, protective. The things he did to my mother made me question was this really my dad. We both had two versions of him. Which version was the real
