My blood simmered dangerously close to a boiling point, a seething rage that went far beyond my feelings for Ava. It was a maelstrom of emotions, fueled by the love my mother never received, and the man my father became due to that love. What bothered me the most was that my dad didn't seem to learn from his own past. I don't understand why he wants to do the same thing to Ava that his father did to him, making him into the cheater he's known as today.
If this were any other time, I would have shown respect by looking down, but today, I can't find it in me to do so. All the anger, complaints, and frustration from the past have consumed me, and I don't even know how to let it go. Even if I did, I wouldn't want to. I want to blame him, hate him, and confront him for every mistake he made. H
