"Every dad cheats." according to her boyfriend. She looked at him.
"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice sounded slightly aggressive.
She was sixteen, they had been together for half a year now and she had only broken up with him twice to see how much he really wanted her. Her boyfriend continued.
"As I said, all dads are unfaithful, even yours." It felt like she had been stabbed in her stomach.
"Why do you say this?" Was the only thing she could ask.
'Because it is true. Every dad has a mistress. "
She thought of the childhood of her boyfriend, who had grown up without a dad. His mother had kicked the man out the door after he once again had gotten home drunk and with his socks turned inside out. In her eyes synonymous with cheating.
"I wont take it anymore," she apparently hissed and in that moment decided, that Ruby`s boyfriend would grow up just fine with just herself and all her gay friends she had dancing around her. This was the late 1980s were the AIDS galore raged across the planet. She lost much of her dancing friends. And Ruby`s boyfriend by the same token his surrogate fathers.
"But Justin, the man who taught me how to shave is fortunately still alive. He was in the hospital recently and the doctor said that he now has more antibodies in his blood than you and I together,thanks his cocktail of AIDS medicines! You should really meet him again anyway." Her boyfriend said it in such a nice way she did not know how to respond.
"Oh, that's so cool!" She heard herself say, while she panicked to think of a way how she could get out of any goodbye kisses from Justin in the future.
Sad, but true.
Around the age of ten Ruby`s boyfriend had asked his mother to be allowed to meet his father for the first time. It was a match made in heaven. Both her boyfriend and his father were avid comic book collectors and turned out to have the same humour. It was very cozy for a few weeks.
"My mom has even slept with him again during," he told Ruby proudly. "But after a few weeks he said he would come pick me up from school and no matter who came, none of them my dad."
She compassionately looked at him. "He never showed up and he had even borrowed two of my favourite comic books! Looking back that really was the worst, that I've never got those back. "
I tried a little smile and patted his back.
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"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice sounded slightly aggressive.
She was sixteen, they had been together for half a year now and she had only broken up with him twice to see how much he really wanted her. Her boyfriend continued.
"As I said, all dads are unfaithful, even yours." It felt like she had been stabbed in her stomach.
"Why do you say this?" Was the only thing she could ask.
'Because it is true. Every dad has a mistress. "
She thought of the childhood of her boyfriend, who had grown up without a dad. His mother had kicked the man out the door after he once again had gotten home drunk and with his socks turned inside out. In her eyes synonymous with cheating.
"I wont take it anymore," she apparently hissed and in that moment decided, that Ruby`s boyfriend would grow up just fine with just herself and all her gay friends she had dancing around her. This was the late 1980s were the AIDS galore raged across the planet. She lost much of her dancing friends. And Ruby`s boyfriend by the same token his surrogate fathers.
"But Justin, the man who taught me how to shave is fortunately still alive. He was in the hospital recently and the doctor said that he now has more antibodies in his blood than you and I together,thanks his cocktail of AIDS medicines! You should really meet him again anyway." Her boyfriend said it in such a nice way she did not know how to respond.
"Oh, that's so cool!" She heard herself say, while she panicked to think of a way how she could get out of any goodbye kisses from Justin in the future.
Sad, but true.
Around the age of ten Ruby`s boyfriend had asked his mother to be allowed to meet his father for the first time. It was a match made in heaven. Both her boyfriend and his father were avid comic book collectors and turned out to have the same humour. It was very cozy for a few weeks.
"My mom has even slept with him again during," he told Ruby proudly. "But after a few weeks he said he would come pick me up from school and no matter who came, none of them my dad."
She compassionately looked at him. "He never showed up and he had even borrowed two of my favourite comic books! Looking back that really was the worst, that I've never got those back. "
I tried a little smile and patted his back.