My Dad Broke My Mom’s Heart When He Cheated & Had a Baby with His Mistress — Now He Demands I Use the Inheritance Mom Left Me for My Half-Sister’s Treatment

My father broke my family and my mother took it upon herself to put the solution back together, and I supported her. Years afterwards when she had left the world he requested me to do the unimaginable. I had been managing to keep myself objective but this next comment of his snapped me.

I used to believe it to be the ideal family of ours.

At six sharp, dad would get home after earning his living. We would have our dinner together, chatting about our day. Mom wouldn?t mind even his horrible jokes but I would watch him with eyes on top of my eyes and ask him to think of some better jokes.

That was my world during 25 years. Then I couldn t hold it all together.

On that dreadful Tuesday morning Mom said, Julie, honey, sit down. She had red and swollen eyes. Dad was not at the breakfast table as usual.

“What’s wrong?” I enquired, and my stomach already began to twist.

Your father was running about with another girl, said your Mom. Eight years! and… and she has a little girl. His small daughter.”

It was unbelievable what I had heard.

Eight years? During the time I used to spend the Sunday dinners? And as we were together in the birthday and holidays?

What made you know? I avoided to ask.

Said he to me, Dude, said Mom, taking a huge sigh. According to him, he could not live with the guilt anymore. The name of the woman is Sandra. And the kid, Mya… she is seven years old, Julie. Seven.”

I worked out the mathematics. This is when I had Mya who was born aged 18.

So it was Dad, who was telling all those business trips, and all those late nights at the office… it was a lie.
So what do? I asked.

Mom was tough when she replied, “I am getting a divorce.” Thank God to that prenup his mother insisted on. It preserves what I had to bring into this marriage.”

Months pass by with lawyer and papers a blur. It was right after this, that dad quit the house. He did not argue against the divorce agreement. Either the reason was his guilt, or the quickness with which he wished it was done with him.

During that period, mom was out of this world. She did not even once slander Dad in front of me, despite the fact that pain in her eyes was obvious every day.

She assures me that I can have whatever relationship I want to have with my father. It is between me and him. Now you are a grown up.”

How was I to think of him as I did?

Each time Dad came in my view, I would automatically think of Mom weeping in her room. I wondered of what Sandra and little Mya were doing leading their whole secret life and our family was disintegrating.

At one time I even attempted to continue a relationship with him. Every now and then we would have coffee together. It was artificial and unnatural.

One day he said: I know you are mad.” But I hope that you will realize in the future.

What, what, dad? Ye deceived us eight years?”

He could not respond to that well.

In the long run, I reconciled myself to the situation on my behalf as it was cumbersome to roll around with all that anger.

I had pardoned him yet I did not forget. And it definite was not tolerating Sandra or Mya into my life.

After the divorce, mom went apace in work.

She developed her consulting company into the outstanding one. She was more robust than I could have probably thought.

Dad on the other hand appeared to be having a hard time financially. His salary was not easy to support two households. However that was no longer my problem.

All this was good until last year when Mom began to complain that she was tired. It seemed to me at first that it was stress at work. I believed that she would just swallow a couple of the multivitamins and everything would work out well.

However, this was followed by the diagnosis. Cancer.

The doctor said that Mom would not have much time to go. Her cancer was aggressive and there was little that could be done to curb its further spread.

In three months she was changed. Mom succumbed to the fight with cancer.

She also gave me all her assets, namely the house, business and savings. All her hard efforts up to get this after Dad had ruined our family was mine.

In her last days she mutterd: “Wonderful one, you were the only person who supported me.” promise ye, And wisely use this.

I promised. And I really felt it.

It was a struggle to run the consulting firm of Running Mom. I became financially stable at last in my life. I might clear my student loans, renovate or do the house and have a vacation too.

Then Dad rung up.

Julie, I want to speak to you, his voice was abnormally strained. Does he want to go out to coffee?

I had not heard one word of him since months. What is it about?
It is about Mya. She… she is very ill.”

There was something about the tone of his voice which caused me to accept his invitation to meet him. We were in the same coffee shop where we are having our uncomfortable post-divorce discussions.

Dad was not as young or fresh as I remembered him. His hands trembled when he was stirring his coffee.

Mya has stayed in hospital three months, he started. She suffers a rare disorder of the blood. According to the doctors, she will require special treatment, which our insurance cannot cope with completely.”
I was choked. I am sorry about it. That must be so difficult.”

An additional reason, he replied, is the cost of the treatment which is 60000 dollars. We have been overspending and charging it on credit cards and even enterprised into taking few loans off the strength of Sandra mother and father. We need it Julie, we are desperate.

I could read where that was going. “Dad…”

What are you thinking I know, said he hastily. She is too young to be a girl. She is your half sister whether you like it or not.”

I had never even seen her, as I remarked in a low voice.

It was your own choice, answered he. Hey. I don not take any pride in the way things turned out. Mya did not want all this though. She is blameless over it all.”

He was never wrong in that. But spending the money of Mom? The dimes he made her lose after he had cheated on her?

No, I can not, said I at last. I do not have to worry about it. Two parents she has.”

We tried what we could. My name is Julie, I am her father. and you are her sister. Family assists family.”

Did you have family in mind when you were screwing with Mom over eight years?

Silence. Dad fixed a stare at me with his eyes open wide after which he proceeded with the conversation.

That was all he begged. Could you care to die in front of her, could you sleep? Since I will ensure you are aware I was just following your decision.

The latter was treated as a kind of a threat. Just then I arose.

I should be able to think it out, I replied.

But inside myself I knew already my answer.
Dad did not wait on me to decide. In the morning he phoned me.

He called out, I have been thinking about what we have been talking about. I want to know today.

This is a life altering decision, dad. I can not simply-—” cascade over the dam likes sands.

Julie, do you want to say yes or no? And will you help your sister or not?”

The manner in which he pronounced the word sister came across as manipulative. Both of us knew that both Mya and I were strangers.

No, I murmured. I can not use the money of mom to this. I am not comfortable with it.”
It was quiet a few seconds. Then the voice of Dad spoke and everything turned a different way.

Unless you are going to help Mya, do not call me ever. I will not regard you as my daughter any more.”

What the… I thought. He had me on ultimatums after all the stupid stuff he had put our family through?

You are serious? I asked.

“Dead serious. Take your side, Julie. Your mother who is dead or your sister who is living.”

That is when something broke in my mind.

How does he have an audacity of comparing Mom with a harmless kid? He is threatening to disown me when he is the one who has destroyed our family, how?

You see, Dad, there will either be no-one pronouncing the name or there will be a minority pronouncing it. You have chosen to do this eight years when you chose to cheat on Mom. You picked Sandra and Mya on us. It is not my fault.”

That ought to be it? Just gonna allow her to die?

I told him I was not going to be letting anybody die. Sandra and you are parents to her. Work it out.”

Well, he hauled, “fine.” Then we have quit. Do not call me. Do not attend my funerals. You be not my daughter.”

The connection was finished.

In the meantime, I was sitting somewhere and staring at my phone.

My father disowned me because of denying him money to cater his medical expenses of his child out of the inheritance of my mother. Why was he not able to accept no? Why did he insist on making me pay his daughter treatment?

After an hour, my family members began calling me.

It was, first, Grandma.
How unkind, Julie, how unkind? That girl is not going to live!”

Then-Uncle Mike then. You know your father?s right. You are a chip off the old block; your bitter mother.”

Sarah Aunt called a voicemail. I did not believe that you would be mean enough. Come on, you know what I mean; money, Julie, it is all just money. Mya belongs to the family.

These calls annoyed me. I was the person that everyone believed to be the wicked daughter.

Yet, the good old adage that Mom always used to repeat ran in my head. Never allow anybody to make you feel guilty about people that you are cheating on your ideas.

And that provided me with the courage to do what I had to succeed.

One of the things I did is that I blocked the number of Dad. Next, I blocked that of Grandma, Uncle Mike and Aunt Sarah.

I severed relationship with one member after another of the family who believed I was supposed to give precedence to the memory of the man who betrayed my mother.

This went on until evening when my phone was undisturbed.

I was sitting in the chair of Mom and holding her coffee jug, which was her favorite and asked myself the most difficult question, did I make the right decision?

My shaking hands were still shaking. I was still beating my heart. Deep in my heart I knew the answer.

I had respected the legacy of Mom. I had defended what she had striven so much to achieve. And I had not wanted to allow Dad to play with me once again.

Did I do the right thing do you think? How would you have acted being in my shoes?

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