My Father Married a Woman Who is 30 Years Younger Than Him

My father is a predator, and the sad thing is, my sisters still entertain his evil ways. When I was 12 years old, a friend told me that her mum’s best friend was sexually assaulted by my father.

He had an affair with her at work, and eventually, the woman decided to end the relationship, much to my father’s dismay. Instead of accepting and respecting her decision, he decided to use his power as her boss to repeatedly assault and abuse her.

At 13-years old, I confronted my dad about the situation, and he lied. He said it never happened and I should mind my own business.

He said:

“Don’t you dare, ever in your life question me, I’m your father, and you must respect me.!”

Coming from an African home, I was raised to shut up and do what I’m told, your parents could have killed someone, and you must bow at their feet regardless. Well, not me!

I watched my dad have countless affairs over the years, even to a point where he would take me to his girlfriends’ homes and give me candy while he had “adult time” in the bedroom for hours. He would pick me up from school and take a quick trip to his side chicks’ apartment, it happened at least twice a month. After some time, I got to know that this woman was the same woman he assaulted at work. My best friends’ mother’s friend. Hmmm.. so much drama!

Anyway, rewind time to when I was four years old, and my dad left my sisters and I in the house at night. He locked us in the house and went out while my mum was on night duty. That night plays like a movie in my head, my gosh! My mum came home to find out us in the house, three kids under the age of ten, she was furious!

“Where is your daddy?”

My older sister said:

“He’s gone out.”

My mum immediately swang into action and grabbed some nails and her stiletto heel shoe. She went straight for the front door, a wooden varnished door, and started banging nails into the door to prevent my dad from getting in the house.

About three hours later, my dad turned up. Banging on the door, shouting and screaming as his he couldn’t open the door with his key.

My mum began throwing his clothes out of the window. Shouting and screaming at him at the same time.

He eventually kicked the door down and ran upstairs. My mum began screaming and shouting at him, kicking and screaming. She dragged his glasses off his face and began slapping him over and over again.

My dad grabbed her by the arms and threw her to the bed while we looked on, terrified.

He then slapped her across the face as she wouldn’t stop screaming. My mum screamed and grabbed the phone to call the police.

The police turned up and advised my father to leave the house for a few days. I have no idea where he went, but all I remember is that he was absent for a while. When he was leaving, my older sister grabbed her shoes to go with him, for some reason she was more interested in being with my dad than staying with mum. Honestly, I was furious with my dad and I wanted nothing to do with him.

My relationship with my father has always been strained to be honest, and I’ve always felt like my mum made a huge mistake marrying him. He could feel my resentment because he always treated me differently. Even when I passed my GCSE exams and got top grades, and was awarded by the mayor of our town, he seemed unbothered.

Fast forward to when I was 27 years old, I was living with my parents at the time, and my dad had travelled abroad for the Christmas holidays. I was working on my laptop and my dad called asking me to fetch a package for him and give it to a friend.

That evening, my dad’s friend called and asked me to open the package and put it in a plastic bag because he didn’t want to carry the box in his suitcase. I opened the package only to find something really shocking in the box.

I don’t want to say what was inside the package but it was clear that my dad was cheating on my mum again. I made the decision to tell my sisters and collectively, we decided to tell our mum what I’d found.

A few days later, my mum travelled as well, and took the item with her, we didn’t give it to my dad’s friend because my mum refused to give it to him. To my understanding, my mum questioned my dad continously and he denied any wrongdoing.

Anyway, the months passed by and I had moved out of my parents home into my own apartment in London, and one Sunday afternoon, I was helping a friend move into her new apartment, and I received a weird text from my sister.

She said:

“Look at this picture, doesn’t this baby look like us?”

I called my sister straight away and she told me the latest gossip:

“Daddy has a child with another woman.”

Honestly, I wasn’t shocked.

I made an excuse and left my friend to make the long journey to my parents’ house.

After hours of back and forth, my dad denied the child and said that the child was his niece.

Hmm, I call BS!

Anyway, after a few months, he admitted that the child was his, and after some digging, we got to know that the woman was 30 years younger than him. In fact, we’re the same age. He started dating her when she was a teenager.

Sick!

8 years after finding out that he had a child with another woman, we discovered that he had two more kids with the same woman, and my parents got divorced. He’s now married to this woman who is young enough to be his daughter and I’ve recently discovered that he has some kind of sick fetish for young girls, really young girls.

My dad is sick, and the sad thing is, my sisters still entertain him. I personally have nothing to say to my father, and I don’t think I ever will.

I don’t care about African tradition, I don’t respect my father, and I never will.