“Maybe it will be. Maybe—” “You. Are. My. Daughter’s. Age.” He jabbed a finger in my face like an exclamation point to every word. “I’m sick for even thinking about you like this. It’s twisted. It’s fucked. And I’m completely helpless when I’m around you. Tara is going to be blindsided. She’ll look at you like a traitor instead of friend. Is that what you want? To destroy the one person who took you in—who sees you as a sister—who gave you friendship and love and loyalty when you had nothing?”
Dont flip it on her you are the adult here you crossed lines you allowed to get crossed repeatedly! You are the bad guy here dude. You only mad cause your kids mom called you out for preying on an emotionally vulnerable abuse victim who was looking for any comfort she could find
