Independence Day had just passed I'm still tired from all the walking on the parades from where I live now. Yeah, I moved about 2 months ago to my mom's neighborhood. My parents got divorce about 4-5 years ago and it's been hard but not hell. The first year was hell, I wanted to leave and not deal with that situation. You may say, "divorces are not hard" and THEY ARE NOT! You know what's hard? Getting blamed for it.
Back in 2010, present date is Sept. 16, 2016, ok, focus, back at the beginning of 2010 I found my mother was cheating on my father. I was 12 years old to be exact, I figure it with my babysitter. My mom came home with a man claiming for him to be her cousin and introduce him to me and my brothers. My 7 year old brother bought the whole, he even got excited. My 14 year old brother didn't show any emotions like usual.
It used to be us five, you know? The Lohman Family. We weren't perfect but I remember having a very nice childhood until I started finding shit out.
Nathan became cool very fast with this stranger at my house, and Eddie just went inside, me in the other hand after asking a bunch of questions and realizing something didn't add up I left inside as well. Days later my mom started buying him food, making us go with her to visit him where he was staying at and little things that made me so uncomfortable.
When you're 12 you're starting to think, see things, notice things, your hormones are going a little crazy, basically you're growing up and that's what happened to me, I may have had zero experienced with boys but I knew how my mom should act with a cousin and she wasn't doing that.
Days later I started staying inside the car, because she would only take me later on, she would get furious because I didn't say hi to him but I felt so awkward and odd around him even a little scared so I didn't want to be near him.
One time we went to the city, my mom used to get her hair done once a week and before we went to the salon she stopped by his place, and I swear that woman took FOREVER then at the salon she asked if I wanted to get my hair done of course I did.
It was late, my dad was probably gonna call anytime so she called him first and told me to lie and say we were half way home and I did. I wasn't freaking out or anything the only thing was that the only time I lied to my parents they found it, they didn't do anything to me but they found it. But what are the odds that I was gonna get caught again? I called him and he ask him where were we, so I said half way home and he immediately said " you're lying to me, why are you lying to me? I've waiting to you guys pass the gas station right outside the city and you guys haven't, I can't believe you borrow yourself for the lies of your mother." I felt a whole in my stomach, I was good girl, good grades never had to lie, never disappointed my parents and here I was just starting at the phone as my father hanged up. So I lost it.
I got so mad I yelled at my mom for the first time told her why is she a liar, why does she need to lie to see her cousin, why did she need me for her shameless acts. Then she starting yelling back defending herself, saying hoe she needs to lie to my dad every time she leaves the house, how he controls her and the necessity of her lies. I didn't care I cared how I was going to explain my dad that call.
As soon as we got home I went to his room and told him that we didn't want him to get worried because it was late so I lied, he didn't even look at me. My dad is that type of people that are very dramatic and resentful. Basically it took my dad a week to look at me.
She kept on doing without me these times. The thing is this, she didn't know I was reading her message every chance I had. One message said "baby" and it wasn't my dad's phone number it was her "cousin's". You call your cousins baby what the hell? Did I call my cousins baby? I still don't. So I told our nanny, Grace. Grace had the same feeling so we research her things and saw many pictures of my mom on ligenrie it was nasty for me but Grace knew exactly was those meant. We found text messages of him asking her to pay for his house and car. My mom was paying his house and car. Finally we found this beautiful necklace with a note that said, "to my favorite teacher, my dear Natalia". I don't know how but that was our confirmation that he wasn't her cousin.
Days later I stopped hearing his name, and didn't find more text messages. Thank God! I kept saying, little did I know what was coming next.
A few months later, my mom showed up at the house with a police man, in this country policeman are very, extremely corrupted so it was odd to me. He said he had been my mom's student back to I don't know how many years ago. He definitely seem younger than her. He want to be her safeguard for whatever long he had to stay in the town.
POP! It slapped me right on my face, a look they gave each other, that kind of flirty smile that says, "I've seen you naked."
