I Thought My Dad Was Cheating on My Mom After My Graduation – but What He Was Really Hiding Left Me Speechless

He pulled away when I reached for him. Stopped kissing me goodnight. Started working late even when I knew his workload was light. And every time I tried to talk about it, he’d sigh and say, “I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

So I kept trying harder.

Then one afternoon, everything snapped into focus.

I was folding laundry when I heard his voice from the kitchen. Low. Nervous. I paused in the hallway, basket heavy in my arms, not meaning to eavesdrop—until I heard my name.

“I can’t keep doing this much longer,” he whispered. “She’s not picking up on the hints.”

My heart started pounding.

At first, I assumed he meant my hygiene. I stood there, frozen, clutching that stupid basket like it could ground me.

Then he kept talking.

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