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During my entire childhood, my dad treated my mom badly and accused her of cheating. He would call her workplace and ask her supervisor what the organization’s policy was on employees having relationships with customers, and basically just things to make my mom feel terrible.

None of my brothers or I ever believed she had cheated on him, as she could barely keep friends because our father tried to control every aspect of her life, let alone how she would have time to cheat on him while raising four children that he was barely around for.

Fast-forward to me at 21, and I catch my dad cheating on my mom. A year later, I find out I have two other siblings from different mothers that all fit the time frame of my parents’ marriage.
Luckily, he isn’t in our life much. © one30eight / Reddit

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