We were ten when you gave us these nicknames, dad. Ten years old and the very best of friends. There was never a day when the twins and I were apart. We lived next door to eachother, far out in the country. Maybe that's why we were so close... There was no one else our age around for miles... Those years with the twins were the best of my life. Endless summers of riding bikes... ...climbing trees... ...scraping knees... Laying under the stars in the cool, summer grass... Just the three of us... ...talking about what we were going to be when we grew up. I was twiggy because I was tall and skinny... Erin was Hemorroid just because the word made her laugh... Heidi was Carbuncle, but I can't remember why...? Well, the happiness has faded, but not by choice, dad. How were we to know what you were doing with their mother? The twins mother was divorced... ...three times no less... And you're married to my mom... Erin knew about it and kept quiet... ...Heidi and I found out the hard way... We're twenty-three now... ...but only found out about you a few months ago... We don't even speak now...the twins and I... Do you know what your actions have caused? I guess not, dad, huh? I guess not... ... ...
Reason for writing:
Affairs, divorce, betrayal, secrets...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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