My father takes his lover to my mother’s funeral after the news of his cheating on her caused him to have a heart attack, but karma has something in store for him—plus, his own parents will disown him. This isn’t a psychologist, but it’s free, so I hope you’ll let me write my story here.

 My life isn’t the best right now. Everyone around me is sad and depressed. That’s what happens when you lose a loved one like your mother, who was also very loved by the rest of the family, all except my father, who indirectly caused this. He’s not the one carrying the murder weapon, but he is, to some extent, responsible.

 I lost my mom a few days ago, although I miss her so much it seems like an eternity. I’m only 20 years old, so I didn’t think I’d lose my mom so soon. She was barely 45 when she left me. Now I’m an orphan. Although my father isn’t dead, he’s very much alive and thriving, but I’d rather be an orphan than his daughter.

 He feels no remorse or grief for losing my mother because he’s already on the arm with another woman. Not only that, he showed up with his cheating partner at my mom’s funeral. He had been cheating on her for months. This revelation killed my mom. They had been high school sweethearts, and she thought he was the love of her life.

 But then my father became the reason my mother died. He confessed his affair to my mother. He didn’t regret it or ask for forgiveness. He’s proud of his infidelity. His lover is my mother’s childhood friend, Nina. My father simply told my mother that he no longer loved her and that he loved Nina instead.

My mom couldn’t take it. She had a severe heart attack that night and was rushed to the hospital. It’s like she died of a broken heart. I’m not crazy. I know sadness doesn’t cause a heart attack, but stress can contribute, along with other things. I don’t think I ever imagined my father would do this to her.

 I can’t imagine the pain she went through. I wasn’t home when the incident happened in another city. I was informed of this disaster after my mother was taken to the hospital. It wasn’t even my father who called; it was my maternal aunt crying on the phone when I answered. My father had taken my mother to the hospital and only called my aunt to come and take care of her.

 After that, he left and never reappeared. I panicked. I called my father for details. At first, he said they argued and that she got overly emotional. I don’t know why, but my instinct told me to press him for more details. My father sounded strangely calm and almost as if he didn’t care that Mom was in the hospital.

 After pressing him for a while, he finally told me why they’d argued. I just remember yelling at him until he hung up on me. I took a flight and went straight to the hospital. I didn’t go home; I stayed at my aunt’s house. My aunt and I took turns being with my mother throughout the week she was in the hospital.

 Mom wouldn’t stop crying, and her blood pressure was out of control. Nothing helped. After struggling for a week, she passed away. She had another heart attack in the hospital, and this time she was gone. My mom already had preexisting heart problems, so the doctors couldn’t do much. Sometimes I blame myself for my mom’s death. In the past, the doctors told us time and again not to stress Mom out in any sense of the word.

 I’d tried to be careful with her, and I thought my dad would be too. I wish I’d known what he was planning to do. At least I could have flown to be with my mom when he broke the news. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know if he intentionally wanted to make her sick. I don’t know, guys.

 I just know I have a lot of remorse surrounding my mom’s death. I’ve been a bad daughter. I should have done more. My mom kept telling me my dad was acting weird and she was worried something was bothering him. This woman loved me and my dad more than anything in the world. I don’t think she ever imagined he’d cheat on her.

 It wasn’t just the infidelity part that was hard to swallow, but also the fact that my father was cheating on her with his childhood friend. I don’t even know how to describe it. I can only imagine the pain as my mom literally lived it alone. I can’t believe my father actually did this to my mom. She didn’t deserve to die like that.

 My father could have called me. He could have told me to be there to cushion the blow. He’s a selfish, evil man. I don’t see him as my father anymore; he’s just a monster in my eyes. I’ve stopped calling him Dad. I’ll never call him Dad again. I use his name now. Of course, I do it that way here because I don’t want personal details, but I don’t in real life.

 He was deeply offended when I used his name at the funeral. He tried to reprimand me. So, you can imagine. What right does he have to yell at me? I’m incredibly ashamed to have him as a father. Now I’m desperate to cut all ties with him. I didn’t invite him to my mom’s funeral. My mom liked to plan ahead, so she told us exactly where she wanted to be buried.

My father somehow found out about the funeral date and decided to show up uninvited. He also brought that despicable woman with him, literally arm in arm. She had the nerve to cry while my father looked worried and comforted her. I don’t know how I didn’t end up hitting them and kicking them out right there.

 I guess I was too caught up in the sok, and so was everyone else. They walked in after the main part of the funeral was over, and it still felt like a slap in the face. My maternal aunt and cousins ​​stepped forward and started yelling at them. Nina couldn’t stop crying while my father made excuses about honoring the memory of a deceased person.

 He even had the nerve to say we were embarrassing him and that my mom would have wanted him there. That’s when I blurted out that he was literally the reason my mom died. My dad got offended and said my mom died because of her heart problems and it had nothing to do with him. He said I shouldn’t talk to him like that because my mom didn’t teach me to be disrespectful.

 Again, I don’t know how I managed not to hit him. He went on and on about how we all had to get along because we’re family, and Mom would have wanted that. He also had the nerve to say that since we’d all be living in my mom’s childhood home, we should get along and support each other during this grieving period.

I was so stunned by their words that I didn’t know what to say. I started crying because I couldn’t take it anymore. My friends came to my aid while my paternal grandparents were tearing my father apart. There was a lot of shouting because everyone was enraged and attacking both my father and his cheating partner. I don’t remember exactly what they said, but I later learned from a cousin that my paternal grandparents had threatened to disinherit my father completely.

So yes, her own parents couldn’t stand her nonsense. My paternal grandparents loved my mom like a daughter. My mom was well-liked in the family and in the community. She ran charities and volunteered, and she was always ready to help people. There were over 200 people at the funeral. That’s how well-known and well-loved my mother was.

Part of me thinks my dad attended the funeral to show everyone that Mom was okay with their relationship and that I understood it too. My friends thought so too. I don’t know the truth. I also think he attended the funeral to find out about the will. It was my paternal grandparents who told him he wasn’t in Mom’s will and wouldn’t be in theirs either.

 My father tried to argue back, but the situation became so tense that he decided to leave. I’m pretty sure someone would have thrown a punch if he’d continued arguing. If there were exactly 200 people there, probably 198 wanted to punch them in the face. Luckily, I was able to spend the rest of the funeral with the support of family and friends, but after the funeral, I was absolutely furious with my father.

 I immediately called the estate attorney and told him to send an eviction notice to my father. He’s still living in my mother’s childhood home because she died before he could be evicted. My mother never came home from the hospital. I wasn’t staying in the house because I didn’t want to see my father, and at the time, I didn’t have the right or the mental capacity to make him leave.

 But now that my mom is deceased and the will is on the table, I have every right to evict my father. He’s been texting and calling me nonstop after the funeral because he wanted me to apologize to him. He literally said I humiliated him and let everyone humiliate him, so I should apologize. He was also angry at his own parents, telling them they were being unfair to him.

 My father sent me nothing but angry texts and audio recordings until he received the eviction notice. Then, suddenly, his tone changed a bit. Now he says we may have both overreacted, so we should calm down a bit before seeing each other. He also wants to talk and reach a peaceful resolution to the current situation.

 I’m sure he’s planning to manipulate me into giving him everything Mom left me.” He said at the funeral that he plans to live in my mom’s house with his wife and make new memories there. He kept telling everyone that he wanted to do this because he wanted Mom to be a part of his life, even after she was gone.

 He’s been trying hard to convince everyone that my mom would have wanted him to be happy and move on. I think he’s under the impression he can convince everyone that Mom was okay with his affair. I don’t know why that man thinks anyone would believe that. Now he’s trying to meet with me and talk everything over.

 Her face must have seen Medusa because she’s made of solid rock that won’t break easily if she thinks that. Nina’s no better. She’s been texting me telling me I’m hurting my dad and that what happened was between him and my mom, so I shouldn’t judge them. I’ve since blocked that woman.

 I’m not even going to waste my time thinking about that bag of excrement. It’s a waste of space, oxygen, water, and food, just like my dad. I just can’t stop thinking about my mom. It’s hard to believe she’s gone. It’s hard to believe she died of a broken heart. I wish I could have saved her. I’m full of regrets, guys.

 I feel alone and absolutely devastated. I don’t know how I’ll ever get through this. There are so many people around me, but I still feel alone. It’s a horrible feeling. Everyone around me is equally devastated. My dad and Nina are the only happy ones. They’re just flaunting their relationship in my face and disrespecting my mom, even after she’s dead.

 I don’t know how I’m going to get over this. I don’t know how I’ll survive without my mom when I can’t even accept that she’s gone. Edit. I was truly touched by all the lovely comments you all left. I’ve felt so alone, even when I’m surrounded by friends and family. I just never thought I’d lose my mom like this.

 Losing a parent is harder than anything else. I lost two parents in one fell swoop. One is dead, and the other is dead to me. I don’t think I’ll ever have a relationship with my father again. I still can’t understand what he did. How could he be so cruel? I just don’t know. They wanted to know why my father had the brilliant idea of ​​living in my mom’s childhood home.

 Well, I have no idea. I’ll just say it’s his sense of entitlement. Maybe he thought my mom would leave him the house. Maybe he thought otherwise. I have no idea, guys. He’s been texting and calling me to see me and talk about it, so I guess they already have a plan for the house. Honestly, my dad and his stupid cheating partner were only surprised when they were told they weren’t included in the will.

 My guess is that my father thought my mother wouldn’t have time to change her will or make adjustments to her life insurance policy. My mother wasn’t mentally unwell after the heart attack. She was put on bed rest and had blood pressure problems, which is why she wasn’t discharged from the hospital.

 She was there for a whole week due to complications, so she was mentally lucid enough to change her will and update her life insurance policy. I actually didn’t know all this. She used my aunt’s help to do it. I only saw the estate lawyer once at the hospital, and that was it.

 I think my mom didn’t want me to panic, so she didn’t ask for my help. She probably sensed what was happening and made all the arrangements before it was too late. She called the lawyers and had them come when my aunt was with her in the hospital. My mom really didn’t want me to worry too much.

 Guess what triggered it? My father wrote to her asking for the engagement ring that belonged to his family because he planned to wear it when he proposed to Nina. That triggered her second heart attack, which killed her. I wish I had taken that phone away from her. Maybe then she wouldn’t have had the second heart attack.

 I don’t understand why karma worked this way. I don’t understand why my mom had to die like this while my father and his cheating partner can continue on with their lives and live their dreams. It’s so unfair, I’m sure of one thing. My father already lost his only daughter. There was a commenter who wrote me privately asking why I was abandoning my father when this has nothing to do with me.

 This person said Nina is right about it being none of my business. Well, he took my mom away from me, so I’d say it’s something very, very personal. Maybe you’d find it within yourself to forgive your father, but I’m not done with that man. I’ll never see him as my father again. He doesn’t deserve that respect. Update one.

 I had to come back here, even if it was just to thank you. I really didn’t think anyone would read this. I didn’t mean to call people out on it. I just wanted to find a place to vent. I’ve seen people come here and vent whatever’s on their minds. That’s why I chose this subreddit to post. I thought you wouldn’t mind, and you really did.

 Not my post, but the way my father treated me and my mother. I’d like to thank you all for your comments. The amount of support I’ve received here has been mind-blowing to me. I’m glad I was able to tell you what an amazing person my mother was. Seriously, she was the kindest woman. It’s unfair how God takes the most precious ones and forgets to take out the trash.

 I appreciate the opportunity to tell you about her. Many of you have been concerned about me. You also think I shouldn’t blame myself for what happened. I can’t help it, guys. I still feel like I could have done something to save my mom. I shouldn’t have gone so far away to college because I knew her health was fragile.

 I should have chosen a place closer to her. At least she would have had me to lean on. I just wish I’d had more time with her. She won’t be here to see me graduate, fall in love, get married, and even have kids. She won’t be here for any of that. She was super excited for my college graduation.

 Her dream was to go to college. She married very young and became a housewife while my father went to college and worked. I truly believed she settled down faster because of my father. He proposed to her out of nowhere, and she just went with it. Who would have known that man would end up destroying her one day? There are many reasons why I’m so angry at my father.

 He’d been a decent father to me, albeit emotionally distant. I won’t deny that he raised me, but he also took my mother away from me. I can’t forgive that. The worst part is how he flaunted their relationship in everyone’s face. It’s like he had no shame. I just don’t understand how his mind works.

 You may not agree with me, but I decided to meet with him because I had things to say to him. I never confronted him, I never told him the face I was cutting him off from my life and what I thought of him. It was something I needed to do. Maybe he doesn’t care, but I still need to look him in the eyes and say the words. I’ve already texted him a date and time to meet. I won’t be going to the house.

 I really don’t want to see Nina and my father together in that house. I’ll come back when they leave. Also, I plan to be clear with them about the house. I’ve given them legal notice, and no matter what they think, I’m going to court to have them removed. I want to make this clear to them. In other news, my grandparents on my father’s side recently came to my maternal aunt’s house to talk to me.

They couldn’t handle Mom’s death. Well, as I said, she was like a daughter to my grandparents. My mom’s parents died when she was young. Heart disease runs in the family, so my mom was also close to my paternal grandparents. My aunt, my grandparents, and I shared fond memories of my mom that day.

We talked about many things, including my father. I think I mentioned it, but I’m just calling him my father for the sake of publication. My grandparents told me they were very angry when they threatened to disinherit my father. At the time, they weren’t really considering it, but after returning from the funeral, they started to think about it seriously.

Now they’ve decided they’re really going to leave my father out of their will. In fact, they’ve already started the process of disinheriting him. They’re going to leave me his entire share instead. I was speechless when I heard this. My grandparents said my mom didn’t deserve what happened to her and that they definitely didn’t raise my father to be a horrible man.

They can’t bring my mom back, but they can make my father face some consequences for his actions. Apparently, my father has been texting and calling them to tell them they should stay out of his personal affairs. He thinks they’re being unfair by disinheriting him when this has nothing to do with them.

 It seems this phrase has become a favorite of my father and his mistress. Birds of a feather. I know for sure my father is going to ask me about this. My grandparents have already informed him of their decision so he won’t try to contest the will or cause problems when they’re gone. So I know my father will bring it up at the meeting.

 I’m fully preparing for that day. I know I’ll probably come home more upset, but at least I’ll have said my piece. I need to do this at least to close the chapter. I’ll come back and share with you what happened. Update two. I don’t know if anyone is interested in knowing what happened at the meeting with my father.

 Still, I’ll leave it at that. I met with my dad and his mistress because he insisted on bringing her. Well, he didn’t even consult me, he just did it. And since I also had things to say to her, it didn’t seem so bad to me. The two of them are glued to the hip all the time. I heard through the grapevine that Nina’s family has been keeping their distance from her.

 She’s divorced, so there was no husband involved, and she never had children of her own. So it was her family and friends who distanced themselves from her. Maybe that’s why she’s always attached to my father. Anyway, I met with this pair of I don’t know what. They met with me because they wanted me to solve their problems and clean up their image.

 And they were very talkative and reeking of desperation. They talked and talked about how everything is a mess and that I need to help them by showing everyone that we’re still family. I was right in assuming my father went to the funeral to try to resurrect his image. Instead, it went horribly wrong. Now they wanted me to forgive them and tell everyone that I wasn’t bothered by their relationship.

 Nine even had the nerve to say that I could say I saw her as my mom and that I was excited about this because she never had children of her own. She had the nerve to say that since my mom is gone and she doesn’t have children, we could pretend we’ve always had a mother-daughter relationship. She won’t have an hour either.

 I had to give her a big slap at that point, which stopped her in her tracks. Another bit of nonsense was that Nina and my dad made all sorts of plans about how the three of us would live together for a while so the world would see that we did, in fact, get along. Then I would finish my degree, get a job, and basically leave them the house.

 My father even said I needed to help him get his parents back and avoid being disinherited, or that I could simply sign over his share of the inheritance to him when my grandparents were gone. Nina and my father talked as if I were their slave. So I was going to do whatever they said. After the slap, I must have looked and sounded crazy because I couldn’t contain my emotions.

 Literally, everyone in the restaurant was staring at us because I was so loud. I didn’t care if anyone heard us. By the end of it, they were listening to how my dad was the biggest scumbag in the place, maybe the whole city. I blurted out to Nina and my dad, who are the most horrible people I’ve ever met in my life. I told them my mom died because of them and that they were the reason I’m an orphan.

 I made it clear that my father was dead to me and that I wasn’t going to change my mind. I said a lot of things, peppered with insults, so I won’t repeat them here. But I shut them up and also made sure they knew I’d take them to court if they didn’t respect the eviction notice. I left them speechless and halfway through the restaurant.

 I left them so speechless that they couldn’t muster a response before I stormed out of the restaurant. When I got home, I blocked them everywhere. Since then, they’ve tried contacting me using different phone numbers, but I’ve kept blocking them as soon as I hear their voice.

 I said what I wanted to say, and I feel much better. Yes, I still have some unanswered questions, but I’m okay with that. I’m just going to wait for them to vacate the house now. I know my nightmare won’t end until I can kick them out of my mom’s house. Edit: Yes. People were staring at my parents like they were Martians waiting for their plate of pasta, that’s how weird it was.

Update three. I’ve been asked for an update, so here I am. I have some really good news for you. First of all, thank you for leaving me so many encouraging comments. I really needed them. I used your advice and went to therapy. I think it saved me. I was in a really bad place and didn’t realize how pathetic my mental health was.

 Her comments, along with a little push from my aunt, made me seek help, which I really needed. I’ve been in therapy for a month now. I’m much better with the help of a professional. My guilt and remorse over losing my mother have almost disappeared. There are days when I still feel like blaming myself, but now I have a better grip on reality.

 It also gave me the strength to endure and see for myself the various consequences my dad and Nina had to face. It was glorious, guys, and I’m going to tell you all about it. The idiots stayed at my mom’s house until eviction day. They thought they could intimidate me into letting them stay. But big mistake on their part.

I actually sent a lawyer the day before the eviction notice expired. I think that’s what made them realize I was serious. They tried to show up at my aunt’s house to talk to me, but the police were called instead. I think this scared them even more.

 Luckily for me, they left the house the next day. My lawyer confirmed it. I was able to move back in after changing the locks. Thanks for that idea, guys. My dad and Nina had to figure out how to find a place of their own. They tried living with some friends who were still in contact with them, but in the end, my dad and Nina were kicked out too.

 You might wonder why. Well, because Nina and my father argued constantly about finances, among other things. They rented a small place and tried to make it work, but their relationship didn’t last another month. Nina literally had to leave the city because people were insulting her on the street. Her family wouldn’t speak to her, and her friends didn’t want a cheater in their house, so she had no choice but to leave.

 Meanwhile, my father came to beg at my grandparents’ and my house. He hates being alone and thought he could beg and cry his way back into our good graces. Let me tell you, it didn’t work, and now he’s truly alone. His job is also suffering, and there are rumors that management will fire him soon for poor performance.

I’ll be waiting to see what that looks like. As for me, I took a year off because it’s hard to focus on college right now. I’m just going to get myself together and then go back to college to finish my degrees. So for now, I’m focusing on healing. That’s the update. Update four. You guys keep asking for an update, and I’m eager to give you that, but so far, there hasn’t been much to say.

 I’m back at university after my gap year, and the house is in good hands with my maternal aunt. She’s taking care of it and renting it out so it doesn’t sit completely empty. When I finish my studies and decide whether to return or go somewhere else, we’ll make a more permanent decision. I might stop renting it out and live there, or maybe I’ll sell it if I don’t have a use for it.

I don’t know yet, and it’s a decision I’ll have to make sooner or later. It’s my mother’s house, but I’m not so sure she wanted to keep it after all. In the end, my father and Nina lived there for a while, ruining everything good about it. Nina is haunted by my mother’s ghost because although she moved to another city and started a new relationship, it soon ended after someone told her boyfriend what kind of person she was, and he dumped her.

 Not only that, they told their coworkers, everyone. They didn’t make it public, they just went person by person and did it privately. I don’t know who it was, but they took the trouble to go one by one, looking for their colleagues on LinkedIn or something similar. And no, before you ask, it wasn’t me. My father, after finally losing his job, has been looking for another, but can’t find one.

 I think it won’t be long before he moves to another city, too, because it’s impossible for anyone to give him anything here. Because of the nature of his job, the one he had before, it’s hard for him to get anything here. The only things he can get are small jobs, like at a car wash and such, but they’re not permanent.

 The worst part for him, though, was his diagnosis of my asthenia gravis. In the end, God realized the house stank and finally took out the trash. It’s a chronic condition that affects his muscles, and while it’s treatable, it’s not curable, and his quality of life will only worsen over the years. It will be very difficult for him to return to his old job after this, and it will be very difficult for him to get any kind of physical work.

 With treatment, his quality of life can improve, from what I’ve researched, but in the end, it’s just a pretty ugly illness, something a person like my father deserves. It’s a terrible thing to say, especially as his daughter. But if anyone deserves to suffer their whole life alone, without family, it’s the man I call father here. M