I Shouldn't Feel This Way- Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

I Shouldn't Feel This Way- Chapter 1

... between you two! I deserve to know!” My mother stopped putting the groceries away in the pantry and looked at me. “You want to know the truth?” I stayed silent and waited. “Fine. Here it is …” She took a deep breath, and then spoke in the iciest tone ever. “Olivia Hunter is a conniving, manipulative bitch who constantly interfered in my relationship with Noah. She gets off on destroying lives, and she’s responsible for ruining mine. Your father attempted to get shared custody of you when you were younger, but he always failed the court-ordered drug tests.” I couldn’t believe it. It stung to hear those last five words. “How long ago was this?” “It doesn’t matter,” Mom answered. “It does to me!” She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “You were five years old.” “And you kept this from me?” “What kind of mother would sit down with her toddler and tell them that their father can’t be in their life because he has a cocaine dependency? It wasn’t like a month-long custody battle, Aria. He had a terrible addiction for years! God only knows if he still does.” “It would have made a world of a difference!” I yelled. “Because at least I would have known he tried! At least I wouldn’t have grown up believing that he never loved me and didn’t want me!” My tears streaked down my cheeks as I stormed out of the kitchen. “Sweetheart, come back!” Mom shouted after me, but I was too upset to continue the conversation. I locked myself up in my room and tried to calm down. This was way ...

... too much information at once. My mind was reeling. Impulsively, I marched out the door, picked up the phone in the living room, and tried to retrace the call. I needed to hear his side of the story. I was tired of being lied to. Adding to my unfortunate luck in life, the number was blocked, so I resorted to different resources and immediately hopped online. My sole intention was to hunt him down. But my efforts were fruitless. He didn’t have a Facebook account or Instagram. Nothing. “Aria,” said Mom, stroking my hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was just trying to protect you. I’m your mother, and I love you. You have to believe that.” I got up from my chair and noticed that she had tears in her eyes too. It pained me to see her sad like that, so I stepped over my anger and gave her a hug. “Your father never abandoned you, Mom. You never grew up believing he doesn’t love you. That’s why it hurts so much—because he hasn’t been there for me.” I quietly sobbed on her shoulder. “I know, darling, I know. I’m so sorry.” She rubbed my back and kissed the side of my head, comforting me through the hurt. ~oOo~ As the days passed on, I had hoped and prayed that Noah would contact me again. But there were no more phone calls. I knew nothing about him other than the few details my mom had shared with me. I had no idea what his profession was, where he was living, and whether he was still battling an addiction or not. All I had was a long list of questions that needed answers. It wasn’t ...