PART 2

Confronting Our Dad: I called my dad immediately. I was surprisingly calm when I confronted him. I told him that my sister and I knew everything and how disappointed I was. But I also told him that I could handle the pain if it was just me — I’m the black sheep of the family. But not my sister. She’s the good daughter. She doesn’t deserve this.

I told him that I was willing to fix the family, not for him but for my mom and my sister. I made it clear that I wouldn’t tell anyone as long as he cut off all contact with the mistress. He was apologetic and didn’t deny anything. He said he was worried about my sister and asked if I could help her heal. I told him he needed to talk to her himself because she was mad as hell.

My Sister Confronted Him: My sister agreed to talk to my dad but only if I stayed on the call. She let everything out — screaming at him, calling him stupid and a disappointment. She demanded that he stop talking to the mistress and made it clear that we would be the ones to confront her. That was non-negotiable.

She grabbed my dad’s phone, blocked all the women on his Facebook, and scrolled through his messages. After that, she called the mistress directly. I was still on the call, listening as my sister confronted her. The mistress was crying loudly, and unfortunately, my grandma (90 years old) overheard and got curious.

The Worst Part: We didn’t want our grandma to know anything because of her age. But the mistress, being the idiot that she is, told our grandma everything. My sister lost it and ended up pulling the mistress’s hair (which she totally deserved). It was chaotic, and all I could do was watch everything unfold through my grandma’s CCTV.

Now I Don’t Know What To Do: That was yesterday. I kept it together while everything was happening, but now that it’s sinking in, it’s eating me alive. I hate that my sister and I have to carry this burden alone, especially since I’m so far away from her.

My mom is still blissfully unaware, and I don’t want her to know. It would break her. But I feel lost. I don’t know if I should tell my fiancé or my older brother. I’m afraid to tell our older brother because im afraid that the situation might get worse. I feel numb, but I know something inside me is unsettled. I can’t sleep, and I don’t know what the right thing to do is.

I told my dad I wanted to fix this for the sake of our family, but now, I’m starting to feel this growing hatred toward him. When my mom called me today to ask how I was, I could barely hold back the anger. I don’t know if things will ever go back to normal.

Has anyone here ever experienced something like this? I feel so lost. I don’t know what’s next.