Karma Has Me On Hold #3307

Hatred fueled by familiarity and cheap champagne ushered in a New Year.
Mom caught Dad with recently widowed, neighbor Laura. Dad, with his trousers around his ankles, explained he was just helping Laura wash her hands.

During their vicious argument, Laura accused mom of being frigid.

Extremely drunk Dad, openly, laughingly agreed with Laura.

Mom countered, confessing that Laura’s recently deceased husband is actually my biological father.

Mom was killed on route to her divorce attorney’s office by a drunk driver.

Sadly, Dad married Laura.

At 16 weeks old, having failed a paternity test, I was placed in an orphanage.