My parents divorce and what happened after

It was about 3 am and there was a knock on my door. 'Come in' I replied worried. The door opened and my father entered and collapsed onto my bed in tears. When I finally calmed him down I asked him what had happened and his reply was 'your mother has been having an affair'. I wasn't at all shocked and my reply to that was 'I know'. He looked even more surprised and asked how I knew about it. I mentioned that a few weeks ago my mother had introduced me to a man and asked what my opinion was of him. Even though I don't speak Welsh I could understand their body language.

My father then went on to say he had suspicions about what was going on. The huge itemised phone bills, the over spending on the credit cards and the suspected phone call he received when I was there asking who owned this number. I wasn't at all shocked that my parents were going through a divorce as all they ever did was fight. There wasn't a single day where there was no fighting, but I didn't expect it to end this way.

I was 16 and going through my GCSEs and all I could hear was them fighting with the doors closed. My parents both agreed that they would live in the same house until their divorce had come through and my mother would move out and find her own place with half the share.

Their divorce was settled very quickly, my mother took custody of me and was charged with adultry. There were both civilised so there were no courts involved. A few months later I moved in with my mother, I didn't like it and I will never forgive what she did to my father. My mother sent me to an all Welsh school. It was horrible, I wasn't allowed to converse in English at all, even English and French classes were in Welsh. I even had to order my dinner in Welsh and struggled so I ended up having fries nearly every day. A few months later I was referred to a new school (which was now my 9th at least) and settled in.

A year went by and my father had found himself a girlfriend who moved into our old house with him. I only saw my father once a week. We didn't really do much. My dad would text me on Tuesday evening to ask if he had to collect me at 6pm the following evening, that was the only contact I really got from him. I was collected at 6pm by his girlfriend (if I was one minute late I would be shouted at). The car ride wasn't that far, it took about 10 minutes. We would arrive at the house and sit down for dinner. I wasn't allowed to do anything in the house so I was really bored. Even the TV shows or movies had to be my fathers choices. When it was 8:45 exactly I was asked to leave and they would drive me back home. Occasionally we would go out to dinner but then I would be back much earlier at about 8pm. For some reason he was always in a hurry as if he was trying to get rid of me. I didn't get on well with is girlfriend, she tried to be my second mother and went round the grocery store telling everyone I was her granddaughter and my mother was ugly. 

I never spent Christmas with my father he was always away usually in another country. I never even saw him in the three years I was in university. He used to drive to England quite a lot and never once visited me or asked to see me. Every year for Christmas I would get money from my father which was usually a cheque of £50. When my parents for divorced they created a trust fund account for me which would pay for my education and anything else I needed in the future. I found out recently that what they were actually doing was stealing my money. My mother also stole some of my money and I never got it back. She sent me a cheque recently and I didn't accept it due to the reason that it was initially my money she had stolen and is gradually giving it back to me.

All this was going on and my mothers boyfriend was still married, he hadn't officially moved in with my mother but he did spend a lot of his time in our house and treated it like his own. I used to dread 5pm when he would arrive drunk and smell of roll ups. Whenever I was watching a TV show he would always turn the channel over. Like my mother he's anti English so I would always hear them converse in Welsh. I had learnt a bit of the language by now so I knew they were talking about me. 

A few months later he started making sexual advances towards me. He only did this when my mother wasn't around and when I told her afterwards what had happened she would always laugh. The sexual advances were very strong, he would stare at my ass or even touch my ass. He knew I was a virgin and he said 'you could loose it to me'. I was totally disgusted. I told my mother about this straight away and she dragged me outside, held me against the wall and put her hands on my throat. Still to this day I have issues swallowing and have flashbacks. Another sexual move he would do was whenever I was in a bikini he would always wolf whistle and stare at me up and down and said I looked better than my mother.

I haven't had any contact with my family for six years, people keep asking me how my mother or father are and I keep saying I don't know and that I should contact them but would you after what you have read?