I want to tell you a little story about my family in its current state, which has mostly taken place in the last few days (not counting my father's affairs). My parents married in the early 1980's. They are both from Europe, but my dad had lived in America for about a decade. My mother came here, mostly on arrangement, and they wed. My mom was young and as young people go, not filled with knowledge. But thats when it all began. My dad had affairs and cheated on my mom, from the start. Many men from where he comes from cheat on their wives. I think it's the way they were taught, almost like it's okay to cheat. Now let me fast forward to two summers ago. Rumors were circulating that my dad was seeing one of our employees (a waitress). It really brought me down, as I thought my dad left that kind of lifestyle and was completely loyal to my mother. My dad saw that I was a bit depressed for a bit, and he asked me if I had heard any rumors about my dad and the waitress. I told him yes, and he told me not to listen to people and the stupid shit they say. I always trusted my dad, so I said fuck it, he's probably not doing anything. Now, let me talk about this week. My mom brings up the subject of this said waitress. She tells me she knows for a fact that my dad is having some kind of relationship with her, and she has known for a couple months. I ask her how, and she says she has seen his phone records with her number EVERYWHERE. She shows me, and she was not joking. Her number is fucking everywhere. Morning, Afternoon, and the Evening. Text messages. The whole 9 yards. My mom even told me she called the number, heard her voice, and hung up. A couple evenings ago, my parents went out to a friend's. My dad had a whole bottle of wine (he's been drinking a lot lately). On the way back home, they got into a huge argument, and my dad admitted to seeing another woman. And this is where it gets so ugly, that I am on the verge of tears as I type this. At home, my father hit my mom repeatedly. I woke up the next morning and I see my mom is sleeping with my little sister, so I knew something was up. The next time I see my mom is in the afternoon, and she looks at me. I look at her, and her eyes get watery as she begins to cry. I beg her to tell me what's wrong, and she finally tells me what pain she felt the night before. At this point, I feel like it's my job to man the fuck up and confront my father. My mother doesn't deserve to cry. After I console my mother, I go to work (he and I work at the same place...family run business). I tried to gather up my balls as much as I could, because he does make me nervous. My father was always a person I admired and respected. He has worked his ass off for us, and he made something out of absolutely nothing. He is very respected throughout not just my family but everyone we know. I tried as much as I could to pick up my balls and to try to calm my nerves. I then walked into the office where he was. The light was turned off, he was lying down on a couch, and he was watching football. I opened the door, looked him right in the eye for a couple very long seconds, and calmly said, "You should be ashamed of yourself." He said, "Who me?" and I said, "Yes". I grabbed the door knob, and I slammed the door behind me. I left the restaurant real quick as I wanted to say nothing to him or see his face. About a half hour after that, he left for NYC on an unplanned visit to see his sisters and I hope to clear his mind. But we haven't seen him since and it has been a couple very long days. My mom thanked me for doing what I did. BUT, I feel guilty, sad, stupid, immature, and selfish. It was a long time coming, though. It was a lot of frusturation built up over so many years. How could my father do those things to my mother? Especially with a fucking waitress that is known as a fucking whore? A person that I cannot fucking stand. Not only did my father say "fuck you" to my mother by hitting her and cheating on her, but he said "fuck you" to my siblings and I. He lost a lot of my respect; respect that took him forever to build up. I really cannot put my feelings into words. He lied. Now it seems I have to get out from under my father's shadow, and lead my own life. What urks me even more is that I work my ass off for my father. I don't get a paycheck, though, and I rarely am able to buy things I sincerely want. I HAVE TO FUCKING ASK because I don't have my own shit. Family business is fucked up. But it's hard not to wonder how much money he would give the bitch and what he would buy for her kids. She fucked my dad for money. My dad fucked her for pleasure. I'm sorry for my long post and my very bad sentence structure and grammar. I'm in a position right now that I don't care too much about anything else other than what I just wrote about. Thank you for reading, and I'll thank you for any comments. Let me know if I was stupid to get involved.