OhIDontKnow...
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My Dad’s dick was apparently worth it, to several people. I don’t always necessarily blame the women though. Lord knows what they tell these woman.Re: Kat and Dan. Not Good imo. I get that times and morality have changed, but, even when I was a young hottie, I would never go near a man with two little children. Married or not. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror, or be the one who hurt innocent children. Whether directly or indirectly, involving myself in that type of situation. would affect those kids, and that for me, was a No Go Zone. Bad Karma imo.
As another poster said, No Man’s dick is worth that.
One lady who called the house looking for my dad when I was around sixteen, and seemed to know all about me. She was working really hard to make me like her over the phone. I was a completely naive young girl but I figured it out. I just bluntly said, look my dad is married and this is not appropriate. Then I asked her “what did he tell you”? She said that he told her that my mother had died from cancer, and started crying. WTAF
I told the lady that my mother was very much alive and married to my dad and that she better not ever call our house again. She called back. I hung up on her. I then walked into the kitchen and broke every glass in the glass cabinet. I have no idea why I did that. Looking back now, I think I did that because I knew I was going to have to tell my mom. By breaking the glasses I gave myself no choice but to tell her, and he broke our family. I was pissed.
She stayed very calm when I told her. I was crying like wounded animal. She said, honey, your Daddy is a very good looking man, and I have always thought women might hit on him or dance with him, but I don’t think he’d do this to me. Just calm down and I will talk to him. So, she told him.
What followed was my first experience with gaslighting. By my dad. He claimed that all he ever did was talk to her - that he might have said that mother died of cancer. His mother, which was recent and true. That this lady who met him in New Orleans and tracked him down in South Dakota, was nuts.
I told him that I think we both know what happened and that ain’t it. I also told him he was a piece of crap to do that to a woman that did nothing but support and love him and make things nice for our family. My little mama. Who did not party or run around or hardly leave the house except for work. I was never really close to my Dad again after that. He tried to act like nothing had changed, but he knew I had his number after that.
My mom told me that it really shook him how upset I got over the whole thing. He couldn’t understand why I got so upset. That told me all I needed to know.
They’d be divorced by the time I was eighteen. Same scenario. Another woman. But my mom left him. He would have never left. She finally realized he was doing more than flirting or dancing. It took him saying I love you “wrong name” in his sleep. My mom left the next day. She didn’t tell us (me and my younger brother) right away. She didn’t want to hurt us. It came to a head about two months later. He said he couldn’t handle us and we needed to move to live with our mom (1500 miles away - her family). He told us in the morning and we were gone by that evening. Driving 1500 miles to our mom, 16 & 18 years old. Two dogs and a truck full of furniture. We found out later that a couple friends went by our house to visit the night after we left. They didn’t know we’d gone. They let us know that there was a woman there with my dad. The reason we had to go. He knew I wasn’t having any of it.
That was 35 years ago and I’m still pissed about it. When Dan’s studio flooded, I knew exactly why.