6 days late but I'll share. Almost a decade ago when I was 14 years old my dad took his own life. My mom had recently lost upwards of 60+ pounds and was feeling empowered. My brother and I had started taking karate and they also held cardio kickboxing during the evening. My mom started to frequent this class and developed a crush on one of the instructors. They started an affair. One evening she decided to confine in me what had been happening and said she'd be getting a plan ready to leave my dad for this new man. I was kind of excited about it honestly(which makes me feel guilty now), made her promise they weren't having sex because that was too much for my then Mormon 14 year old brain to handle. But of course they were, that's what people do in affairs. I fell asleep on the couch after taking sleep medicine that night because I wasn't feeling well. I wake up the next morning to crying and loud yelling/talking... my mom couldn't wait she had already told my dad. As I mentioned my family was Mormon so my mother called the bishop of our church. I woke up my sister(18) and brother(8) per my parents request. I had never seen my dad cry like that, begging and pleading with my mom. But she wasn't budging. She had known this man for less than a month. After what I remember was about an hour my dad ran off after giving me the only hug I'd ever got from him. My mom left immediately after to meet up with this man, leaving us three. Shortly after, my dad called the house phone saying goodbye to us. We begged and talked to him, he went to my grandpa's house and settled down. I honestly don't renege much of the next two weeks which I'm sure is common with such a distressing situation(neither does my older sister). But about two weeks after the initial confession my dad disappeared again. He was found at a motel six a few days later by a maid, he had first tried to take pills. That doesn't work and he had hung himself. 2 weeks later my mom got married to this new man and he moved into our home. It was the worst thing ever. Now I don't feel any emotions and I can honestly say I do not love my mother. She acted as if she didn't have children for about 5 years after this incident, spent 300,000 dollars worth of life insurance(we did not see 1 penny).