The Death of a Cuckold – He may have lost his wife, but he won her heart

Fortunately, I discovered that there were other people who hated their parents as much as I hated my father. I would get every chance I could to spend time away from the house, and away from my father. While I knew that my friends hated their parents, I was envious of them. I would go to these huge houses in housing additions. They had all the latest gadgets and computers and everything. My father never had anything like that. This was one more reason to hate my father. He didn’t buy me all the cool stuff. This was another power that I lost out on.

And it didn’t stop there. No. Going out on dates was the worst! I’d go out on a date with a really cute boy. He did things that made my heart race, whether it was speeding through town at nearly 100 mph, or break into places where we weren’t supposed to be. The danger and the excitement got my heart racing. I was caught between fear and that adrenaline rush, much like a roller coaster ride. So when the boy kissed me, it felt like my entire world was spinning. My head was swimming on cloud nine. This boy was taking me to heights I never thought possible.

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Unfortunately, my father had a way of bringing me back to Earth in a hurry. When the boy dropped me off at home, my father was waiting for us. He had a couple of shot guns out that he was so conveniently cleaning at the time we pulled into the drive. He forced me to go up to my room, so that he could have a little chat with my boyfriend. Needless to say, I never went out with that boy again.

Ever since that night, boys refused to go out with me out of fear of my father. I knew that crying on the staircase would do me no good. If I stayed out all night, he would simply come looking for me. That was even more embarrassing than the gun cleaning incident. I could not believe that my father was doing this to me. He was ruining my life. Just because Mom left him for some hunk doesn’t mean that he could take it out on me.

But there comes a time in a child’s life when they start to view their parents differently.

While being grounded for yet another offense in defiance to my father’s house rules, I decided to clean up one of the walk-in closets. After all, it would be a place where I could put my clothes and my shoes. While I may not have had a lot of the latest toys, gadgets and electronic devices like all my friends, I did have all the clothing I could want. Wal-mart fashions may not have been quite as trendy as Aeropostale or Abercrombie and Fitch, but getting three tees for the price of one made sense to me. I worked hard for my money, and I wasn’t going to throw it all away on a blouse that would be out of style by the next year. Ok, so maybe my father’s teachings weren’t all bad.

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