I don't know where to start, but I really need to get this out. I've been carrying this for two years, and every day I feel like I'm exploding with the amount of secrets I know.
In 2021–2022, our lives were simple, or so I thought. One night, I accidentally caught Mama with a hooker. I didn't know how I would feel when I saw them. Angry? Scared? Mixed feelings.
At that time, Mama was 37 years old, and the guy? only 18. Yes, younger than me. I will never forget the feeling that all my respect for him was shattered. It hurt because he was the one I expected to be my role model.
I thought I was the only one who knew his secret. But later on, I found out that his siblings also knew. I didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed, because no one told Papa.
Now it's 2025, and guess what?
Their relationship is still ongoing. Not a fling. Not a one-time thing. Ongoing. And the worst part? We're all in the same house.
Every day, I see them. Talking, laughing, you think nothing is wrong. I also don't know if Papa knows he's being teased. But I know Papa, he gets angry easily, so I'm scared too.
And I can't deny it, I have anger towards Mama. Why did she do this to our family? But at the same time, I'm afraid of the chaos that will happen if this explodes.
But here's the most shocking twist of all.
Are you ready? Because to this day, I still have a hard time believing that this is happening.
Mom's boyfriend... he's also our youngest sister's boyfriend.
Yes, you read that right.
They were in a relationship with the same man—Mama and my brother. And no one knew but me.
Imagine that. Every time I see the three of them under the same roof, I feel like screaming. Sometimes I wonder, should I tell Papa? Or should I just keep quiet? But what if everything explodes and I'm the one to blame?
I don't know who to approach anymore.
So here I am, confessing here. Because maybe this is the only way to at least somehow, make me feel better.
