First ever post and first time ever openly talking about this. Not sure what section to put this under, but 'AIBU?' Seems like where everyone else is? Also, sorry it's a long post!!!
So, 5 years ago when I was 15/16 my dad cheated on my mum for 21 months before she found out via the other woman contacting her on text. For those 21 months, the signs were so clear, the whole family pretty much knew what was going on and I remember there being so many arguments and having to deal and comfort my mum when she cried (I'm the eldest of 5, all my siblings are considerably younger than me). Just thinking about those months makes my heart beat faster, I just remember being so on edge and stressed, I Saw what he was doing (hiding his phone, once looked at his phone and saw a message come through from the other woman etc) and my mum would interrogate me on everything I saw. My dad would stay in a hotel a lot of those nights, and the woman would message my mum on my dads phone saying 'I want a divorce' and then I would have to try and console my mum, this happened 4/5 times. Not only was I having to go through this, I was also doing my GCSE's.
When my mum officially found out, she told me everything, including details I shouldn't of known about. I again had to be the support for my mum as she didn't tell anyone other than me. It was extremely nasty and it was the lowest point of my life, I cried so much in private, my life felt like a lie. It felt like I didn't even know my dad anymore.
God knows how, my parents somehow stayed together, and those months after my mum found out, there were physical fights between them. Me and my younger brother were the ones who would have to stop them, I remember being accidentally hit by a child's toy that was being thrown around and having to clear up the mess they would make just to try and resolve it. To this day my parents are still together and they seem to be happy, but for some weird reason since the whole ordeal, I will almost on the daily think about what happened. The weirdest things will remind me of it, and I get intrusive thoughts regularly about it all, and it takes ages for me to think about something else. It gets especially bad around the anniversary of when we found out (I weirdly know the date). I'm getting so angry at myself that I still think about it, and I can't stop myself. I don't even know what's wrong with me?! I've never spoken about it other than with my mum and when she does, I panic and will shut her down. No one else knows about what happened other than my siblings and parents. I don't cry over it anymore which is good, but it does make me sweat and panic when I do! Will this ever go away? Or is it here to stay? What should I do to stop this?
Reason why I'm doing this post is because I kept thinking about it today.
Again, sorry it's so long!