My Mom Said My Pain Was “Just Gas” — Then My Real Dad Arrived With 18 Years Of Bank Statements

I typed.

I don’t feel well. My stomach hurts really bad. Can someone please pick me up?

Three dots appeared under my mother’s name.

They disappeared.

Then appeared again.

Finally, one word came through.

Again?

Rick replied next.

You trying to skip school?

Then Chloe.

We’re literally out doing stuff.

I stared at the screen until the letters blurred. The pain stabbed continue reading …