A Hate Story
Her father was a man in uniform. That’s what she longed for, a husband just like him.
She found him, the one she wanted, and was immediately pregnant.
He didn’t mind the sex, but he wasn’t ready for a wife.
She never saw him again and aborted their child.
She liked male attention, especially that of men in uniform, and she liked sex, and she had access to contraception, and she knew not to get herself in the same situation again.
Then she met a man that loved her, and even though she didn’t love him, she lied to him and said she did, and they had two children.
First a boy and then a girl.
The father loved his children as any father should, and the mother saw this.
She saw, especially between the Father and his daughter, the truth of love and the lie she was living.
She became jealous and quietly taught the daughter to hate her father.
Gradually the father began to see what was happening.
He told the woman “I will not live in a house of hate.” He left his wife but not his children. He was always there for his son and his daughter.
The children saw what had happened and wanted to go to their Father, but to death do they part, the mother would make those children hate their father even if it killed her.
Foolishly the girl trusted her mother and believed her lies, and became filled with the hate of her mother.
The son listened to his mother, but he could see she was lying, and as much as she tried, the mother’s face did not hide her lies. He knew the love of his father, and would not hate his father like she wanted, so the mother hated their son.
The son went to the father and cried on his shoulder, asking “why does my mother do this to me?”
The father told his son. “In time you’ll understand son and you won’t make the same mistake as me.”
The daughter never spoke to her father again and made the same mistakes as her mother and lived a sad life much like her mother.