Source: Reddit
When I was in 4th grade I saw my mom (who was married to my dad) kiss a family friend (also married with kids who went to my school) passionately on the lips at a small house party. I wasn’t too phased by it at the time. I already knew there was something going on between them and as a 4th grader I didn’t really understand what cheating was, or that it was a really big deal in marriages.
I ended up telling my group of friends about it on the playground and I named names. They knew the man as well. They were a very well known, well-loved family.
That night my one friend tells her mom what I said and the next day my mom gets a call asking if it was true. When my mom came into my bedroom to ask me what I had said on the playground, and if I had used the word “affair” (I had) I totally panicked, I could tell from the tone of her voice, the seriousness of it, that I had done something really really bad.
I vividly remember the dread I felt about this. I was already afraid of my mother’s anger and rages over small things and this was the worst thing I had ever done. So I lied and said that I hadn’t said anything. That night I remember the massive knot in my stomach from fear and I thought to myself that I wish I didn’t have to wake up the next morning. I was a wreck for weeks. My mom asked me three times if I was sure I was telling the truth, and I said yes all three times.
I learned, after confessing the truth to my mom over 5 years later, in high school, that apparently everyone had believed my story and thought that my friend, the other girl, was just making up stories. I feel so bad to this day when I think of it. What would you do in her situation? Any advice. Here are a few comments on the story where it was originally posted:
