I am a vengeful, hateful person. I know this. I hold grudges a lot and harbor a lot of hate in me. However, I do not hold these feelings within myself unless I have a really, really good reason to. Let's take, for instance, the situation that occurred with my dad and the girl that he was with.
I'm not going to go into details about what happened between them other than she was a lying, cheating whore and they split up after my dad found for the second time. SECOND time.
My dad is a great guy. He's worked his ass off for his entire life to make my brother and I's childhood as best as it could be, for about ten years anyway. When I was ten my parents split up and nastily. For about four years after their divorce I was beaten physically, emotionally, and verbally. Putting that aside though, my dad is one of the strongest men I've known. I mean, when he wasn't beating me down he was a great dad and tried his hardest to give us all he could. I've seen him at the bottom of the shit and I've seen him at the top. His weakness is how big his heart is though.
He's got a huge heart, one that I think I partially inherited. He's not a hateful or vengeful person like I am. He's forgiving and wiling to turn a new leaf for someone that he cares deeply about. Well, this one girl comes along who I thought was going to make his life incredibly easier. She was nice to us and we got along great with her kids. She seemed like the answer my father's prayers. My dad spent a lot of money helping her out: giving her a vehicle, a phone, a place to stay, helping her oldest daughter get a place in college. He did all that and partially neglected my brother and I in the process.
Then, she cheated on him. My dad broke up with her, but she ended up crawling back and he took her in and it seemed like everything was going good again. Until a few months later where my dad found out she was cheating on him again. This is when I found out that she did this often. She would be with a guy and use him for all he's worth then move on to the next person willing to take her in, kind of like my mother. Apparently, it happened more than frequently. She was a good liar. A really good liar.
My dad's really beaten down about this and it's understandable. My brother and I help him out as much as we can. But this brings me to what my original intention of this blog was. If I were to see her or her boyfriend now, I really, REALLY would beat the shit out of them. No one treats my dad like that. Nobody, well except for my mom and she gets away with it by being my mom. Her kids are embarrassed by her actions, I know this because they've told me. If I could beat them to a pulp and get away with it I would.
My dad always tells me not to hold in my hate or grudges, but I can't do that. It's who I am. It's something that I can't change about me. I'm hateful, and vengeful, but I am compassionate and loving. Even if it's only to a few people.
She, the whore that fucked my dad over, however, is definitely not one of them.