mother didnt lie to me that night when she told me that it would never happen again. I soon found out about her deception. On the Saturday morning before the Kentucky Academic Achievement Tests, I woke up to the sounds of a shattering mirror, the cries of my mother, the screams of my dad, and the bangs of my uncles head against my bedroom wall. I knew exactly what was going on. I began to cry and walked out of my bedroom to see my uncle lying on the living room floor with blood all over his face. My father had busted his fist through the mirror on the wall when he caught them, and then he broke my uncles nose and knocked two of his teeth out. My mother had gone into her bedroom, still sobbing. After kicking my uncle out of the house, my father sat down on the couch and cried. My brother and I walked over and hugged him, crying in his arms. He got up and walked into his bedroom to talk to his unfaithful wife. I listened as he asked her how long it had been going on. He asked her why she had done such an unspeakable thing to him? If it had gone on every night after tucking him into bed? If she would climb out of his arms and onto the couch with his brother? Since then, my brother and I have been closer to each other and to my father than most people I know. We have never cared as much about our mother, though. By some miracle, my parents are still together. They have been through a whole lot, but my father has stuck by her through it all, even when he learned of her affair, he would remain in blissful disbelief and stay by her side. He is far more of a man than I will ever be because if that were my wife sleeping with my brother, I would have taken my kids and left. I have faced many hardships in my life. I have never seen my biological father--not even a picture. I had to mature at the age of seven and face the ugliness of the real world. I have had to live with not being able to trust or love my mother again. I had to skip childhood an...
