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I already knew the answer to my own question, I guess I needed confirmation.

I was very aware of what was going on, yet it felt like it was all a dream.

Taking one of her wrists in his hand, Reggie checked for a pulse and just from the look on his face I got my confirmation.

Feeling weak in the knees, I dropped to the floor causing Reggie to run over to me.

He helped me stand up as I rushed out the doorway and into the bathroom down the hallway.

There was a bathroom in the master bedroom, but I couldn’t take another minute in that room.

The air had become so thick it was hard to breath in the room with my mom’s body.

Quickly opening the toilet seat, I bent over and threw up everything in my stomach.

As I was throwing up, I heard Chelle talking to a man and a woman.

I assumed it was the police asking questions. Shortly after they called out to me.

“She’ll be right there. Give her a second.” Reggie responded for me.

After helping me clean my face, I held in my emotions that were doing a number on my insides and went to see who had arrived.

It was the city coroner along with two more police officers that weren’t there when I first arrived.

There was a middle-aged woman and a man that looked to be in his late to mid-thirties.

The coroner had come to pronounce my mom’s death and to take her body and I was not ready to deal with this.

“This is her daughter,” Chelle began to introduce me to the coroner.

I was able to clearly read her name tag, so I interrupted and asked, “Has anyone called my father?”

“I tried but wasn’t able to get in contact with him.” Chelle cried.

“Well, being that he’s still her husband, it’s only right that he is called before any decisions are made. That’s not your place to have called for a coroner!” I snapped.

My emotions were truly getting the best of me.

I had gone from feeling sorry for Chelle to now hating and despising her knowing that my mom was cheating on my dad with her.

All this time she was coming around acting like they were only good friends only for them to be behind closed door bumping and rubbing coochies.

I didn’t know how to control the feelings I had swirling in my head.

As I looked at Chelle all I could think was that she and my mom were fucking.

I was feeling overprotective of my dad knowing that this was going to break his heart.

It was no secret that my dad loved my mom, so it was a no brainer that once he found this tea out, he was going to be crushed.

My mom always told me that it was a sin to use the word hate.

In this moment I didn’t care if it was a sin or not, I hated Chelle and I needed it to be clear what her place was, and it wasn’t decision maker for my mom. That was my dad’s lane, simple as that.

“Ma’am, it’s standard that the coroner is called when we respond to a call where someone is deceased.

” One of the female officer’s volunteered to inform me.

“I was actually the one that called for the coroner. I also have your mom’s cell phone and have been trying to reach your dad since we arrived.

Is there any chance you can give him a call to see if he will answer? ”

“He’s probably in therapy, and that’s why he isn’t answering. Hold on, let me try.”

As I called my dad’s line, my hands were shaking, and my nose was running.

I watched as the coroner made her way down the hall to the master bedroom.

It was surreal to know that my mom was in that room dead on the bed.

If my dad finding out about me having an OnlyFans account was bad, I was petrified to find out what he would do once he found this shit out.

It was a blessing he didn’t have to see the scene that I just saw.

As his phone rang, I closed my eyes and prayed that this wouldn’t be a setback for my dad’s health.

He didn’t answer the call, so I called him back.

I ended up calling him three times back-to-back before leaving him an urgent voicemail and text.

Less than fifteen minutes later, my dad finally called me back, but I wasn’t brave enough to tell him what was going on.

As soon as I answered the phone and heard his voice I got choked up and couldn’t speak.

Reggie took my cell phone and took the lead on that for me.

After he told my dad what was going on, he handed my phone to one of the police officers.

The police confirmed Reggie’s story then handed him my phone so that he could speak back with my dad.

He told Reggie to bring me to the house once we left.

The whole time Chelle was crying and acing the fool.

Feeling overwhelmed my breathing became labored.

I couldn’t shake the vision from my memory of my mom lying dead on the bed.

I couldn’t take it anymore and at this point there was nothing left for me to do so I left.

I didn’t want to see my mom like that again.

As much as we didn’t get along, I still loved her.

My heart was broken. It felt like it was shattered into a million pieces and now I had to deal with helping my dad through this when I wasn’t strong enough to deal with my own emotions.

They say, God doesn’t put more on you than you can handle, and he was testing my limits with this one.

Reggie exchanged information with the coroner and the police that was in charge.

I was appreciative that he was there to help handle all of that because I was in no condition to think clearly.

Once done we made our way out of the condo headed to the parking garage.

I was good the whole way there until I made it back to Reggie’s car.

After he got in, I released the large breath that I was holding onto and as exhaled a long wail, followed by a stream of tears came out.

I cried all the way to my dad’s house and once I got there he and I cried together.

Thank God for Reggie because he was a strong support system for me and my dad.

It was crazy how the world worked. Who would have known that the very man my dad didn’t want me seeing would be the same person to hold us down in our weakest moment.

Reggie was a big help with planning my mom’s funeral.

He offered to help my dad pay for it, but my dad insisted on taking care of it himself.

The day of my mom’s services right before the wake, me, Reggie and my dad made it to the funeral home before guests started to arrive.

My dad needed to sign off on some last-minute paperwork and the funeral director had given my dad my mom’s autopsy report.

When we saw on the report that she had died of a brain aneurysm and knowing that it happened in the process of her and Chelle having sex had me speechless.

My mom spent my entire life hating me for living in my truth when the whole time she was afraid to live in hers.

It was so ironic yet eye opening for me that I vowed in that moment to always live in my truth no matter what anyone else thought.

Yet, my heart was still broken. I hated that it felt like there was no closure between she and I and now there would never be any.

My feelings were one thing but what really hurt, was seeing the pain on my dad’s face.

During this entire process he had remained emotionally intact about the whole situation.

The only time he cried was right after it happened as he held and tried to console me once Reggie and I got to his house.

After that moment we shared, he hadn’t shown any more emotion except for now.

The expression on his face was a mixture of hurt, anger, and pain.

I’m sure he was embarrassed too because from my angle my father was almost the perfect husband to my mother.

He worked his ass off like she did so that made them compatible, but where he was a winner in my eyes was how he allowed for my mom to take the lead when he was the man of the house.

He always gave into whatever she wanted all to find out in the end that she wasn’t faithful and truthful with him.

The whole thing was mind boggling and had me confused emotionally.

I didn’t know if I should mourn the loss of my mother because it hurt something terrible, or if I should be angry with her for having a double life.

Seeing how devastated my dad was, I was leaning more in the angry at her phase which was also an easy deterrent for me to avoid my true feelings.

If I were to be honest, I felt lost without my mom.

There was a void that was physically felt in my heart because she was no longer here.

Yet, it was easy to not acknowledge those feelings in that moment because I needed to be there for my dad.

There was a weird vibe that he was giving off that had me concerned about his mental state.

He was always reserved but today it was on a whole other level.

My dad chose to not view my mom’s remains prior to guests coming in, and in support of him I stayed in the back office with him.

After the viewing, the funeral services were also held at the funeral home then immediately after her remains were being cremated.

It was always my mom’s wishes to be cremated.

Whenever anyone in our family would die, she would reiterate how she felt it was morbid to get someone buried.

She preferred to be cremated so that was what my father carried out.

Right before the services were to begin, the funeral director came to the back office to get me, Reggie, and my dad. We still needed to give our final good-byes because once the services started her casket would get closed making that the last and final moment to ever see her in the flesh again.