Once I had told my father everything, he was a broken man.
“I am so sorry, Emily, for everything, I thought…” He looked away and swallowed once again.
“I thought your mother would be OK, I never wanted her to resent you for any of this. She was not the person you claimed her to be when I left.” I sighed as I drank my cup empty, thinking about it. Once my father had left us, I guess my mother became bitter that he left us, and maybe even blamed me for it. I looked at the man and saw so many features we shared. Maybe she hated me so much, because she saw my father as she looked at me every single day? I shook my head, trying not to think about this right now. “I am so sorry for everything you went through, if I would have known this would happen, I would have stayed and taken your place.
