Once a cheater, always a cheater.

Finding out your own father is a cheating bastard is definitely hard to swallow.

Years ago, I learned that my father had "someone" else. Of course, I didn't know all the details since my family isn't a very, shall we say, tight knit family. We don't share a lot of anything with each other. I only found out because my sister-in-law told me. The few details I did know were from conversations that I had overheard.

My mom and our entire family was pretty hurt by my father's actions. I was hurt, confused, and freaking pissed as hell. I was hurt by his betrayal to our family. I was confused because how can someone I love do something like this. I was pissed because he hurt my mother. He never apologized, not that I know of. After finding out what he did, I stopped talking to him. I just couldn't look at him the same anymore. He was someone who betrayed our family and my trust. The silence lasted for about 2-3 years.

I eventually started talking to him two years ago. Things look liked they were OK again. It appeared that he had changed his cheating ways. Boy was I wrong. A few weeks ago, I had this gut feeling that something was going on. So, I looked at his phone when he was in the bathroom. What I found was that he was once again back to his old disloyal ways. I confronted him. I basically gave him an ultimatum. I told him I knew, and to cut it off with her and never go back to city she lives in. If he goes back, my relationship with him is over, and I will tell my mother.  How did he reply, you might ask? He didn't deny that there was "someone" else. He just pretty much said, "So?" And he said he's going to go back to that city.

I guess what they say is true: Once a cheater, always a cheater.