My father's cheating on my mother. 

I have known this on some levels for a long time now. I don't know the details to it...or anything concrete. I don't have any leads, neither do I have a name or...I guess I really don't have any "proof" as to who is cheating with. But this isn't a fucking mystery and I'm not any one of the fucking Famous Five. So I don't want to look for any further evidence. It sickens me. I don't even know if it's one person.  Whether it's physical or just online. Whether everytime he goes for an official trip, it really does extend for 4-5 days or whether some part of it is spent with somebody. I don't know anything. I don't know if I *want* to know either. 

What little I do know physically sickens me. It's not just my mother, he's cheating on me too, as a parent. He's cheating on a family. He's being unfaithful and perverted and he is not even man enough to just fucking walk out of this fake "life" he's created with Mum.

She's in the same room, sleeping. He talks to God Knows Who while his wife is right next to him, and he takes advantage of the fact that she's clueless...or atleast feigns to be. He is vile. I hate him for this. I know I am supposed to love him, but I don't for this. He's unfaithful. He's weak. He's sick and he is transperant and he is much dumber than he thinks he is. 

I got the Invite mail to your Dating site, Dad. Guess you forgot I was on your Contact List. Guess you forgot your wife is too. 

I have seen you closing your chat windows when I or Mom walk into the room and catch you unawares.

I have noticed how you turn the computer right off from the main switch when we get back home, so we can't see what you've been doing.

I know you watched porn, I knew it when I was 9 Dad. And I know it today. I also know what you're doing now is worse. 

I may not be strong enough tonight, but I *will* confront you about this. 

You sick sonofabitch. I'll get back at you for this. I will for Mom's sake.

 I hate you.