What was supposed to be a happy reveal
[A/N: Future Matt and Caleb jumped forward a year... last they were posting the twins were under a year and Caleb had just gotten married, now the twins are 21 months and Caleb and Reena just celebrated their 2nd anniversary]
After being married nearly 35 years, Mum and Dad are getting a divorce. And you'd think being 30 years old I wouldn't be quite as emotionally manipulated during the proceedings.
Dad's been saying how he waited until after Katie and I were over 18 so there wouldn't be any custody issues. And he waited so long after because he was sure I would side with Mum and he'd never see me again. It's fucked. But I understand. I understood. And when Reena found out she was pregnant, and that it was a boy...
There was a reason I hadn't told anyone outside of Mum, Dad, and Katie. It was utter bollocks. But everyone had respected my wishes and not spread the news before we were ready. Eight hours after I told them we decided we were going to name our son Thomas after Dad, Mum had called Matt to try and get him to make me feel guilty... for not telling him sooner, for naming him after Dad.
I'm just trying to be happy about having a son. Now it's turned into drama and I'm being assaulted on almost all sides by guilt and decades of family feuding. Being reminded, yet again, that I'm the bastard that was born in prison. After being told for half my life that it didn't matter, suddenly it's being shoved in my face that to some people, it very much does.
You're never too old to feel responsible for your parents split.
After being married nearly 35 years, Mum and Dad are getting a divorce. And you'd think being 30 years old I wouldn't be quite as emotionally manipulated during the proceedings.
Dad's been saying how he waited until after Katie and I were over 18 so there wouldn't be any custody issues. And he waited so long after because he was sure I would side with Mum and he'd never see me again. It's fucked. But I understand. I understood. And when Reena found out she was pregnant, and that it was a boy...
There was a reason I hadn't told anyone outside of Mum, Dad, and Katie. It was utter bollocks. But everyone had respected my wishes and not spread the news before we were ready. Eight hours after I told them we decided we were going to name our son Thomas after Dad, Mum had called Matt to try and get him to make me feel guilty... for not telling him sooner, for naming him after Dad.
I'm just trying to be happy about having a son. Now it's turned into drama and I'm being assaulted on almost all sides by guilt and decades of family feuding. Being reminded, yet again, that I'm the bastard that was born in prison. After being told for half my life that it didn't matter, suddenly it's being shoved in my face that to some people, it very much does.
You're never too old to feel responsible for your parents split.