I thought it was just a chill Saturday. Baseball, ice cream, no arguing. Just me, my stepdad Theo, and the Mariners. Mom had to work, and he offered to “hang out, just us guys.” I didn’t think much of it—until halfway through the third inning, he got real quiet.
He sat me down near the food court while he went to grab dessert. Came back with two cups of rocky road and this weird look on his face—like guilt and nerves and a little too much effort to smile.
“Didn’t they have vanilla?” I asked.
He shook his head. “They were out.”
That was lie number one. The guy behind the stand was literally handing out vanilla cones to two kids in line right after.
We sat there eating, not saying much. I could feel him watching me, though. Like he wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out how.
Finally, he cleared his throat and said, “Hey, champ… You know, I’ve always tried to do right by you. Ever since—well, since I came around.”
I nodded, spoon in mouth, not sure where this was going.
Then he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. Said he had something to show me—“just a picture from a long time ago.”
But when he handed me the screen, it wasn’t a photo of us.
It was a text thread.
One I was never supposed to see.
And the name at the top wasn’t my mom’s.
It was someone named Tessa.
I blinked at the screen, trying to make sense of it. The messages were recent. Flirty. Some even… well, the kind I wish I could unsee.
“You’re showing me this… why?” I asked, my heart thudding like a bass drum.
Theo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I never wanted to hurt your mom. But I didn’t want you to find out from someone else either.”
“What are you saying?” I asked, even though I already knew.
“I’ve been seeing someone. Her name’s Tessa. It started after your mom and I hit a rough patch… about eight months ago.”
I clenched my jaw. Eight months ago was around the time I’d noticed Mom staying later at work. When the arguing behind closed doors had picked up. When Theo suddenly got extra nice to me—buying me snacks, helping with my science project, calling me “champ” like it was his job.
I didn’t say anything for a minute. The sounds of the ballpark felt far away. Kids screaming, the crack of the bat, the announcer’s voice—it all blurred behind a wall of static in my brain.
“I thought this was just a hangout,” I finally said.
“It is,” he said. “But I also needed to be honest. You deserve to know. Things are going to change, and I didn’t want it to blindside you.”
“So you take me for ice cream and ruin my Saturday?” I snapped.
He looked hurt, but I didn’t care. “I thought you’d appreciate the truth,” he muttered.
“Well, I don’t.”
I got up and walked off. Didn’t even look back to see if he followed.
I didn’t go far. Just to the other side of the stadium, where there was a quiet corner behind the souvenir shop. I sat on a bench and stared at the ground.
I didn’t cry. Not then. I just felt… tired.
It wasn’t like I worshipped Theo or anything. But he’d been in my life for five years. He taught me how to ride a bike again after I broke my leg. He showed up to parent-teacher nights when Mom couldn’t. He’d never tried to replace my real dad, but he filled in the cracks.
And now, he was the reason things were breaking again.
About ten minutes later, he found me.
He didn’t sit down right away. Just stood there awkwardly, like he didn’t know if he was still allowed in my space.
“I’m not going to lie to your mom anymore,” he said finally. “I’ve already told her. That’s why she wasn’t here today.”
My head snapped up. “Wait—she knows?”
He nodded. “She found out last weekend. We’ve been… talking. She wanted space, so I offered to take you out.”
I felt sick. “So this whole day was just damage control.”
“No,” he said quickly. “It was me trying to have one last normal day with you. Before things get weird. I don’t know what’s going to happen next.”
I stood up and faced him. “Do you love Tessa?”
He hesitated. “I care about her, yeah.”
I nodded. “Okay. Then go be with her.”
He looked surprised. “That’s it?”
“No. That’s not it. But I’m done standing here pretending like this is fine. You broke our family. Maybe it was already breaking, but you didn’t help.”
He looked away. “I know.”
We didn’t talk much after that. We left the stadium in silence. He dropped me off at home, gave a stiff “Take care, kiddo,” and drove off.
Mom was on the couch when I came in. Her eyes were puffy. She patted the seat next to her and opened her arms.
I collapsed into her, and for the first time that day, I cried.
Over the next few weeks, everything changed.
Theo moved out. At first, he stayed with a friend, then with her. Mom didn’t talk about it much, just kept things moving. Work, laundry, bills.
I avoided Theo’s texts for a while. Then one day, he sent a message that made me stop.
“I’m sorry. For the rocky road. I know you hate it. I panicked. But I meant what I said—I care about you. And I always will.”
It was dumb, but it made me laugh a little.
I replied: “Next time, get the vanilla.”
We didn’t go back to being close, but we stayed in touch. Small texts. An occasional lunch. It was weird but manageable.
Then came the twist I didn’t see coming.
About three months after the ballpark, I got home from school and found my mom on the phone, pacing.
She hung up and looked at me, confused but smiling. “You’re not going to believe this,” she said.
“What?”
“Tessa left Theo.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Apparently, she found out he was texting another woman. Someone from his gym. She dumped him.”
I let that sink in. “Seriously?”
She nodded. “She even called me. Said she didn’t want to be part of breaking up a family. Said she had no idea he was lying about half the stuff he told her.”
I sat down on the kitchen stool, stunned. “So… he cheated on the woman he cheated with?”
Mom nodded, folding her arms. “I know. Messy.”
I didn’t know how to feel. Part of me was mad all over again. Another part felt weirdly… validated.
Karma, I guess.
A few days later, Theo showed up at the door.
He looked rough. Unshaven. Eyes tired. He asked if we could talk.
Mom let him in, but she didn’t stay. She went to her room and left us in the kitchen.
He didn’t beat around the bush.
“I screwed up,” he said. “I ruined a lot of things. Not just with your mom. With you, too.”
I didn’t say anything.
“I miss being part of your life. I don’t expect forgiveness. I just wanted you to know I’m sorry. For all of it.”
I looked at him. Really looked. For the first time in months, he didn’t have that fake smile. He looked like someone who’d finally stopped lying—to himself, even.
I sighed. “You ever think maybe rocky road was your bad karma?”
He laughed, weakly. “Yeah. Probably.”
We sat in silence for a moment. Then I said, “You can still come to my next game. If you want.”
He looked surprised. “Really?”
“Just don’t bring ice cream.”
He chuckled. “Deal.”
That night, I talked to Mom. Told her what happened. She didn’t say much, just listened.
Then she smiled. “I’m proud of you. For how you’re handling all this.”
“I’m trying,” I said.
And I was.
Life didn’t snap back into place. But slowly, things settled. Mom and I got closer. We started doing weekend movie nights. I helped her around the house more. It was like we both realized how much we relied on each other.
As for Theo, he stayed in the picture—but at arm’s length. He showed up when it counted. He didn’t try too hard. Just enough.
Looking back, that day at the ballpark sucked. But it forced things into the open. Made everyone stop pretending.
And sometimes, the truth—no matter how painful—is the only way forward.
Even if it starts with the wrong flavor of ice cream.
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