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"Your mom said you're gonna continue your studies here. I'm glad you changed your mind," my father said happily, in his corporate attire, as soon as I sat in his office.
"What? I thought it was you who told her?" I was flabbergasted—confused as fuck.
"Oh..." He seemed clueless as well.
I sighed heavily and leaned against the headboard of the sofa. I could really feel mom's wrath that she threw me out like trash because of my multiple troubles in the US.
"Oh yeah... I suggested it to her... Yup. It was my own idea..." He nodded as if he suddenly remembered his script.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head unbelievably. Even my father would never meddle with my mom's decisions. The last time he did, my mom straight out filed a divorce, which my father just decided to let her be and he would focus on the business here in the Philippines.
Their marriage was actually healthy and well...no violence involved, and even third parties. It's just my mom has high standards that even the heavens could not reach.
My other grandparents, which are Mom's parents, reside in Monaco. She came from a very wealthy family; she was raised to value wealth over anything else.
I remembered asking her why she married dad, and her response was...
"For my sex life."
God. Imagine how horrified I was knowing I was just thirteen?! She's always blunt. And poor dad, I feel like he was just her slave. But my father seemed to enjoy it too. I mean, I don't wanna dive deeper into their sex life, but I guess he's satisfied cuz he immediately married her.
"Your woman is such a pain in the ass," I murmured when I remembered how mom blocked me after our conversation earlier in the car cuz she doesn't want to hear my yapping.
Dad laughed and ruffled my hair. I frowned.
"You survived, boy. Imagine my marriage over the years... it's a disaster. Thank god she spared my life."
I scoffed and laughed. I don't think he is a battered husband, but Dad seemed traumatized. Not in a serious way...but the fact that he would rather live in the Philippines and make these family businesses as an excuse, for sure, Mom drained him out.
"I sent her some of my dick pics, and I told her I missed her, but she said mine was too ugly that she wouldn't even blow it. It's eight inches, by the way..."
I groaned and stood up. "Disgusting. I traveled hours and all I get was to listen to your dirty stories with mom? Ugh..." I even acted puking as I walked to the door.
My father laughed. "Hey young boy! Don't even tell that to your mom!"
I waved my hand without glancing and went out of his office. Am I cursed? Why do I have a family like this? They aren't normal. My mom's acting like a witch sometimes, and here's my dad sharing about his eight inches dick. Horrifying.
My father was less strict. But because mom told her to cut off my allowance, I couldn't even afford my usual meal a day. Sucks. The witch is so angry that she would let her son starve to death.
"Mom... I'm dying here," and finally, after a month in Manila, she unblocked me.
"I'm having skin rashes! Dad was treating me poorly! He said you told her to cut off my allowance! I am broke than a rat in the streets!" And with my dramatic expression, it made me look more pitiful.
My mom maintained her stoic expression while she was sitting in the swivel chair, eyes on the screen of her laptop, hair were down, and she seemed unbothered by what I was saying.
