Looking back now, there were always red flags - signs that my father was not the man we thought he was...his absences on holidays, his secrecy, and the constant excuses that took him out of town. It's human nature to trust people we love. But that's what makes my father's betrayal so heinous. He took advantage of the trust that the people who loved him had invested in him. It wasn't simply infidelity. No, my father's deceit was truly sociopathic. He built and designed our entire identity as a family - our lives - to facilitate his deceit. The truth, when we finally learned it, not only fundamentally changed our family moving forward, it tainted every memory we had together