this story sucks
the year is 1993. or 4. i'm 12 years old in 7th grade. after school, my mom says she wants to go for a walk with me at the park across the street. i agree. dad and sister were not home, so it's just us. we are walking for a bit, and we see a big pick up truck driving through the dirt coming toward us. turns out (what a coincidence!) it's my mom's (male) friend from work, and his 2-4 year old toddler daughter. we weren't far from our house, and it turns out toddler has pooped herself. we go home, and i, as an experienced babysitter at this point, am given the task of cleaning the kid up and keeping her entertained for a bit while my mom hangs out with her friend. so it's just me and the little girl in my house, and my mom and her friend are out somewhere, like, he had to take her for a drive in his new truck, or some such story. i remember this being longer than a couple of minutes, and wondering how much longer i'd have to entertain this kid. i don't remember when they came back, or what exactly happened next.
a few weeks or months later (timeline is hazy), i find out my mom was cheating on my dad with this guy.
anyway, as it turns out, i really do not like being involved in other people's cheating shenanigans.
the end.
a few weeks or months later (timeline is hazy), i find out my mom was cheating on my dad with this guy.
anyway, as it turns out, i really do not like being involved in other people's cheating shenanigans.
the end.