Three messages

How could I felt so happy last night when all along I was bound to know this devastating truth?

It was two months ago when my parents had this BIG confrontation. Complete with the shouting and complains, blaming each other for that mess. When in fact, to my ears, it was all so simple. I thought it will end soon. And things will turn back to normal. Two months have passed and things just got worse. They no longer talk to each other. Our house, though can still be heard of laughters, still feels empty. My father is a constant hindrance to our complete happiness. We were always weary of his moods, careful of our words and actions, because he gets mad easily, shouting at us over simple matters.

My parents became civil with each other. No more fighting. No more talking. They come and go our house like two strange people. Not like two people once so in love with each other, strengthening the more than two decades of marriage. Then yesterday, my sister came to me saying that our parents were talking upstairs. She didn't caught any words except these : " Sa susunod mo sakin sabihing mali ako.." said my mother.

I asked my mother when she went downstairs if they did talked. She said yes, but won't disclosed anything to me. She just said that she caught him. Caught him what?? I asked her. But she just won't explain anything. She said that what they've discussed was between the two of them only.

And I became suspicious. Because never once did my mother won't relate to us, her children, their problems. She always believed in transparency when it comes to family matters.

That night, I saw them talking, side by side each other on the bed. So I thought, everything's ok. That they've finally straighten out their differences. Finally, we'll be able to go back to what we were.

It was all in vain because just this morning, my curiosity got the best of me. When my father left this morning, I checked on his cellphone. I read his inbox..nothing. I was about to put it back when I decided to check his Sent Items.

I saw three sent messages that confirmed my suspicions. And I was devastated. My mind just got completely blank. And tears stareted welling down my eyes. I don't know how to react, I don't want to think.

All my life I look up to my father. I boast to my friends how I have the best father in the world. Caring, thoughtful, a good provider, very kind, very honest.

All of it was shattered because of those messages.

How could he do this to us? How can he let it happen? Why my family?

In my mind I also can't believe how my mother's reacting. I overheard her tell my father this morning (while I was upstairs changing), to keep his cellphone. Why? Because she's afraid i'm gonna find out? why is she protecting him anyway?

Maybe because she knew she never was the perfect wife material to him.

For Pete's sake they weren't sleeping in the same bed for years! And I just thouhgt it was just normal.

Why is this happening to my family? What's gonna happen to us?

I know now that i'll never be able to look at my father the same way again. I don't think I can give him the respect he deserved.

I don't think I'll be able to forget...