My parents divorced badly and haven't spoken properly in 14 years. My mother believes I have almost no relationship with my father because she assumes I chose her side. The truth is, I call him every Sunday morning. We talk about boring things: weather, work, cricket, his blood pressure, what he cooked.
I hide it because I know my mother would feel betrayed, even though I'm an adult now. I love her and understand why she hates him, but he is still my father. Every Sunday after our call, I delete the recent call entry before visiting her. I hate that loving both parents still feels like cheating on one of them.
