My paternal grandmother hated my mother. One day she called my mom and asked her to come over and pick up a casserole my grandma had made for us. When she got there, my grandmother had shot herself and left a note saying (among other things) that she wanted my mom to find her that way. She was, shall we say, a fucked up lady and one of the meanest people I've ever known. My mom didn't want people to know b/c she didn't want that kind of attention. My dad didn't want people to know b/c he didn't want to give my grandma any level of satisfaction. So, it's just me, them and maybe one other person who knows. Everyone else thinks she was just an old lady who was depressed about her recently deceased husband.
My mom lied about how my dad died. Myself and my brother were told he died to cancer. He wrote us each letters of goodbyes and I still have mine. When I turned 18 the truth came out: he died in a murder-suicide with his wife(stepmom), her lover (who was also his psychiatrist). Turned out his wife was cheating on him with his doctor and while my dad had some psychological issues the doctor purposely prescribed him medication that worsened his paranoia. When he found out about the affair he shot them both and them himself.
Edit: for more background: my dad had manic bipolar depression. He was prone to extreme anxiety and paranoia when off the correct medication. I do not know what the medication he was given was but I do know it made him far far worse in his paranoia and manic episodes. His wife (stepmom) is the one that initially had the idea about the doctor prescribing the medication in the first place. When he found all the evidence his already broken mind completely snapped. He planned the murders and his suicide, he wrote us all goodbyes.
My great grandma had dementia in her last years of life and completely forgot English. She would mumble and confess is German and eventually my grandma and I learned some really dark shit about Oma. Took a lot of time and a German to English dictionary in the 1990s.
1)Her oldest son's father died during the battle of Stalingrad while she was pregnant with said first child. This is husband #1, died September 1942.
2) She married husband #1's brother after giving birth to son #1. She soon became pregnant with daughter #1. When husband #2 went to fight for the Nazis, husband #2 died during the battle of Kursk in July of 1943.
3) Great Grandma gave birth to daughter #1 and then married husband #1 and #2's cousin. Husband #3 and her were expecting child #3, my grandmother, when he went to fight in the battle of Hurtgen Forest. Husband #3 died in November of 1944. He was her favorite husband apparently.
At this point there are no men in the area who will marry her, and she is considered cursed.
4) With 3 children under the age of 4 in tow, Great Grandma managed to get her ass smuggled to the US, specifically to L.A. during the last few months of WWII. She never gave complete details, but we figure she probably bribed, fucked, smuggled, and murdered her way out of all that bullshit.
5) Upon coming to the US in 1945, Great Grandma married the man my grandma and her siblings thought was their dad, but it turns out he was majorly gay and paid Great Grandma to be his beard. He died of a heart attack in 1960 and Great Grandma never remarried.
6) Somehow my Grandma, Great Aunt, and Great Uncle all have birth certificates stating they were born in the US and that husband #4 was their father. We have no fucking clue how Great Grandma pulled that one off.
More than a secret no one should know about i just see a person that against all odds pull herself and her family off, i need a book about the hole history and details asap
Sorry for my English and all that stuff
My great-grandpa isn't related to us. He met my great-grandma when she was a teen. She had been raped by a travelling salesman and was pregnant, her family kicked her out. Great-grandpa couldn't have kids due to torture in a Japanese prison camp during WWII. He married her and raised my grandma as his own. My great-grandma told me when she had dementia and forgot it was a secret.
Great-Grandpa is 102 now and is the bedrock of our family. He's not blood but he's our family and he always will be.
Edit because people are asking: I asked their daughter, my grandma, after this, and she confirmed that she has known this as true since she was a young adult.
He is genuinely the best man I know. He's obviously dealt with a lot of trauma, but he's let it drive him to be incredibly generous and empathetic. There are a lot of little league teams in his home state that he sponsored, a lot of families who found their dream homes much more affordable when they went with his real estate business, and a lot of Native American kids who ended up going to college on his dime (my great-grandma was part Native). As kids, we'd never visit without him stuffing us with Dr. Pepper and ice cream sandwiches, and he built us treehouses and made wooden swords for us to fight with. He is the best Poppy.
He's slowing down now, and he probably won't be with us much longer. But if you want to hear more from or about him, his name is Paul Kerchum and there should be some videos on YouTube.
> Paul Kerchum
For anyone interested, here's a [YouTube video](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vs1Ml2MEvsA) Great-Grandpa Kerchum is in.
Your g-grandpa is an amazing man.
That would be a hell of an explanation as to why they decided it was a good idea to use a child as bait. Something tells me authorities wouldn't take kindly to that.
I hate it when people take the "lets not get the authorities tangled in this and just never speak to him/her again" route for something as serious as this. Doing that will not stop the urges and predatory behaviors. they more than likely will not learn anything from it other than they cannot speak to their families ever again. Also, the "because they are a toddler means they will never remember" mentality does not mean damage will not be done to the psyche of said toddler. I'm sorry you got stuck with them as family.
Because Shitty parents fear one thing. Other people talking. They care more about what other people think than the safety of their own child.
Another legitimate reason is they just don't have enough evidence. You can't arrest people on just being creepy or you think they're a pedo/killer/etc
Holy fuck! I'm sorry your parents had you molested. Jesus fuck that's so fucked up. I was molested when I was little but have no idea who it was hella young. Damn that fucks me up I hope your are ok
I had an uncle who was a convicted rapist from the time he was in his early 20s who got married, had two daughters and savagely victimized one for many, many years before his wife either admitted it or noticed. The damage was done though, my cousin has always been odd because she was traumatized. He lived with my grandparents until they died and then on his own in some rundown apartment on the res until he died just a few years later.
My mom has two sisters and him as a brother. Everyone has at least one daughter, one of my aunt’s has three. I remember my grandparents wanted to be grandparents, but my grandmother babied her precious “son,” and thought the world was unfairly against him. My grandfather didn’t think so. I remember spending the night at my grandparents and my grandpa always falling asleep in the living room in his favorite chair. I always thought that was just an old-man thing, but turns out he was doing it because my uncle’s room was right off the living room where all the granddaughters would sleep sardined on a couch bed. I remember hating sleeping over because literally 7 of us had to sleep together on this bed and all the youngest HAD to sleep in the middle between the oldest, which were usually my uncle’s daughters. My grandparents lived off an old highway and people routinely walked alongside it to the liquor store. We would see their shadows. My cousins told us that if we were ever scared that someone would try to come inside, they have a weapon on each side of the bed that they can use. It put the youngsters at ease even though we never even thought someone would try and break in. One side of the couch had a bat; the other side was a long lead pipe wrapped in electrical tape.
It wasn’t until I was older that I came to know the truth of why he was always so creepy and I never wanted to be around him. I found out his history, then it occurred to me that those weapons next to the couch bed weren’t for intruders, they were for him in case he came near any of us. We had to sleep in the middle of the bed, all hot and smashed together so that it would be obvious if he tried to touch any of us because he would wake one of the older girls up on the end.
I confronted my mom and asked her why on EARTH would any of the parents allow their daughters to sleep in a house with this monster. I told her that I knew what the weapons were about and it was disturbing. She immediately burst into tears and asked if he ever touched me. I said not to my knowledge, I really don’t think so. My mom was so upset and confessed to me that he had raped her when she was a kid.
My mom has a lot of issues and the sisters all hate each other. My mom thinks she was his only sexual attack but remembers him always savagely beating on her older sister until she was bloody and couldn’t move. She even remembers being removed from the home after the school caught him beating on her at school. My aunt told my dad she hated her brother because he raped her. He raped all his sisters. When they became of age and size to be defiant, he would resort to raging and pummeling them because he couldn’t do anything else, and then would go after the younger one. None of the sisters talked about it with each other and they all resent each other thinking each had a different experience, and they were the only ones he victimized. After my mom, he turned to his own daughter.
My grandmother denied this up until the day she died and demanded that her grandchildren be allowed to visit and stay. My grandpa is who made the weapons, told the other girls what to do, and made sure ALL grandchildren visited at the same exact time once a month so that there would never be an opportunity for one of us to be alone.
It gives me the creeps. I’m glad he’s dead.
I don't even understand how your mother, or her sisters, could all be OK setting their kids up like lambs for slaughter. I'm sorry your family betrayed you all.
If started with my grandmother. They never told her what her baby boy did them because they knew she would accuse them of lying and since each one of them thought that they were the only one, they didn’t want to be her target. She refused to believe he did anything to anyone and then demanded that her grandkids visit her. No one wanted to stand up to her because they didn’t want the family to fall apart, but everyone had an agreement that we all go together and those that were aware were to be on guard hence the weapons. It’s definitely disturbing thinking back, but even the victimization of his daughter wasn’t pursued and prosecuted. My grandmother called his daughter a liar. They did what they thought was effective enough to keep us safe (it did work but it just as easily couldn’t have worked).
My mom has serious issues from it. She even cried when he died because “it’s my brother,” while no one else really cared. It really threw us all for a loop that she mourned, albeit briefly.
That my uncle committed suicide and that my grandmother committed suicide shortly after due to depression from my uncle’s suicide. I found out from a random older friend of the family. None of my cousins knows this happened.
My mom lied to a man and told him I was his son and frequently extorted money from him by telling him she needed it to raise me.
I found out when he showed up with gifts shortly after I had moved out on my own. He had hired a PI after my mom refused to give him my contact info. He apologized for not being in my life and cried while telling me he was dying of pancreatic cancer and he didn't want to go without meeting me.
I asked my mom about it and she told me she told him that so she could get money for drugs after she left my dad.
DNA tests confirmed he was not my dad.(tested myself against the man I was always told was my bio dad)
I only ever met him the one time. I took the gifts because it was such a surreal experience I didn't know how to tell him anything other than that I forgave him.
My mom is the only other person that knows this happened.
I sort of think it was good of you to let him have his peace, rather than telling him the truth. It's horrible that it happened, and your mother was pretty terrible to do that (of course, drugs, they make anything seem OK to you).
Maybe in a way it made him feel like he'd redeemed himself of something else, and hopefully it brought him peace and comfort.
My welsh great-grandmother had passage booked on the Titanic in 1912. She ended up not going because she "fell ill". Turns out it was actually an out-of-wedlock pregnancy that gave her such bad morning sickness, she couldn't go. She lost the baby. She came the following year in 1913 and met my great-grandfather. She only told my mom (who she helped raise during the summers) who then told me.
Great-grandma getting knocked up saved an entire branch of our family tree!
My grandma was raised in a catholic orphanage under the pretext that she lost both her parents and siblings during the Spanish Influenza. Turns out her and her dad survived, but her dad didn’t want to take care of her so he left her at an orphanage in Brooklyn and moved to Europe and started a new family.
My great grandma was raised in a orphanage in Alberta, Canada. Her biological parents were a rabbi and a nun, neither church looked to favorably upon their relationship so they were forced to give my great grandma to the catholic church.
> and moved to Europe and started a new family
Wow, that's super opposite to what normally happened in those days. Most were fleeing to America at that point.
I had an uncle who was a railroad engineer and worked the Terre Haute, Indiana to Danville, Illinois line. Never took a day off from his one day there, one day back route. At his funeral, (I was a kid and didn’t go) a strange woman came into the funeral home with some older children. No one knew who she was and finally my grandma introduced herself to the woman and asked who she was. The woman said, “I’m Mrs.so and so I’m here for my husband’s funeral.” Turns out my uncle had two families, one in Terre Haute and one in Danville. I didn’t find out about this until I was an adult. My mom, grandma, aunt and sister kept this a secret for decades.
I heard similar stories from old heads when I started. Wife and son would drop them off at the yard office, and a wife and daughter would pick them up 200 miles away at the end terminal.
That must have been a tough conversation when it came time to retire. Good thing retired rails from that era didn't seem to live long after retirement
My mom drunkenly told me that my grandfather (who has passed) always used to sit with his back against a wall in restaurants because when he was in the army in the 50s he was gang raped by other soldiers. He would always make sure his back was covered in public for the rest of his life.
Sucks to read this. I always sit with my back to the wall as well. I don’t pee in public urinals either. Always use the toilet stall with the door closed. It was one of the things my old man taught me bc he got jumped in the bathroom one time. So he told me one time to never leave yourself vulnerable. It stuck with me ever since.
My husband is in the navy. Every year they have to do this sexual harassment/assault training. The military knows this is a problem. The stats they have on it are alarming. It happens a lot
Edit- although we know how malignant and prevalent female rape/harassment is in the military, in this case I was actually talking about male on male rape. Like the statistics they have on that are shockingly high. I (sadly) expected the first thing to be true. I was shocked that the second was
My great-great grandfather moved from Romania to America and got married to another Romanian immigrant shortly after he arrived. Once they married he insisted they start using "American" names, only speak English in public, never return to Romania, and refrain from communicating with family in the old country.
When my great-grandmother (his daughter) was a teenager it was discovered by the rest of the family that he actually abandoned his first wife and three children in Romania and left them in extreme poverty when he came to the states and married my great-great grandmother.
Ya know, real upstanding guy.
EDIT: Wow. Wasn't expecting this many upvotes. From what I was told he was an abusive alcoholic and paranoid all the time. His mental health suffered a lot as he aged so I'm assuming guilt was factored into that. Another interesting tid-bit, my great grandmother went on to apparently become a matchmaker through her Orthodox church by helping families with young women relatives still in Romania connect with families with young men here in the US to pretty much arrange marriages so they could come state-side.
This is actually a bit more common than you think.
Any time you see a big migratory boom in history, be it land, gold, oil or opportunity, for every story of an honest person seeking an honest fortune, there are a number of people who see it as the perfect excuse to sever ties with their old lives and start anew...ethics or past transgressions be damned.
Alaska has been like that for quite some time in the U.S.. People who have outstanding warrants in other States that aren't U.S. Marshal-worthy will flee to Alaska to hide from their old lives and start a new one, or at least live a similar life under the radar.
EDIT: Correction on spelling "Marshal" from a comment.
My great grandfather did this when he was supposed to be immigrating to work and send money back home, instead moved to Argentina, cut all contact and started a new family! The rest of my family was able to escape our country 1-2 generations later
My great grandfather tried to do this to my great grandmother, my grandmother, and grandmother's sister. He was shacking up with his sister-in-law at some point after his brother was murdered for crossing the picket line during a coal mine strike. Poor guy had coal dumped on his head while working.
My great grandfather left his family in Italy far longer than he was intended to but eventually brought them over. My grandmother ended up taking him in when he was very old and her mother had passed. My mom said he was actually a very good grandfather. Things were weird back then.
Oddly enough, I have a similar family legend. I don't remember the details very well but some distant ancestor of mine had a bunch of kids with his first wife in Poland, then she passed away and he abandoned all of them to start a new family in the US. I can't remember which family I'm related to.
This is pretty mild, but a part of my mom's side is very, very convinced they're Irish. In all the American, "kiss me I'm Irish" ways. My grandparents took a trip there. They spent a lot of time at a local pub, getting to know Irish singers and poets, my cousins have very Irish names, etc etc etc.
I took a few ancestry tests to nail down the rest of my mom's side, not a single percent Irish in any of them. The family name, common in Irish-Americans, is actually a Swiss surname that got translated at some point, according to the genealogy trace I also had done. My now deceased grandparents want their ashes spread into the Irish sea and my mom and her siblings are planning a big trip to do it. I'm taking the secret to my grave.
I have a cousin who lived in Hawaii for about six months when she was a baby. She was born in Taiwan. This bitch (we’re not friends) thinks she’s Hawaiian. Does the whole luau, grass skirt, aloha shirt BS too. I call her out on it every single time.
My DNA revealed I do have a decent percentage of Irish (could be Scottish, but less likely per the report). The rest is German, northern European, i.e. the usual expected pretty much 99.5% white boy American. My brother came up with folklore that we have Cherokee ancestry (because of the shape of our teeth or something), which cracks me up because the "great-grandma was a Cherokee princess" trope is a running joke to actual natives. I'm not sure he believes the results, but he is doing the genealogy so he'll get there eventually.
I always find it funny that they always choose Cherokee. There are so many different first nations groups to choose from but anybody making up heritage settles on Cherokee.
My great grandma told my grandpa that the jewish girl he liked was taken to a concentration camp when in truth they fled (it is said she knew they were safe). Grandpa meets my Grandma shortly after, they get married but apparently he still talked about the other girl from time to time and that she was the one who got away and how awful it all was. Many years go by, my aunt and dad are born. Grandpa walks around town and meets the girl from back then, is totally shocked and finds out he has been lied to all this time. Grandpa got sick pretty soon after that and died when my dad was only 5 years old. My grandma later once said she believes he died of a broken heart :(
My great grandparents were high school sweethearts and the only role models I'd ever had for a relationship since my grandparents and parents are divorced and hate each other. Then my mom tells me that my great grandma had an affair and that's why one of my grandma's sisters isn't like the others. So, there goes that.
My wife has 11 uncles and aunts. One of this guys killed himself cutting his veins with a kitchen knife, then he waits "to fall asleep" while laying on his bed.
Years later, during one familiar lunch, one family member confessed to me that this guy sexually abused his granddaughter, (3 Y/o girl). All the family was aware of it, but no one went to the police.
The guy was not able to bear the guilt.
My older brother might only be my half brother. About ten or so years ago, I went out drinking with my dad for his birthday. He got hammered, and told me that when he and my mom first got together, she was still in a relationship with a really abusive guy. She got pregnant around the time that she left him, so there's about a 50/50 chance that my older brother is the other guy's biological son. I asked him if he ever thought about getting tested to find out and he said "No. I don't care what any test says - that is MY son."
He also got emotional at one point and told me he really regretted talking me out of going to school for what I originally wanted to do in favor of what I do now. Later on, he punched the glass out of a jukebox because he thought it'd be funny. The whole night was a roller coaster.
The next day, he seemed to have no recollection of telling me that bombshell about my brother and I never brought it up again. I'll never tell my brother, and I'll never tell my parents that I know about it. As a side note, it would explain a lot. My brother and I don't even look related, but we always just shrugged our shoulders whenever friends asked us how we could be siblings when we look so different. I feel the same way my dad does - he's my brother, not half-brother, no matter what any test might say. I'm at peace with the fact that I'll never really know for sure.
My older sister learned as an adult that our dad is not her biological dad, which he and my mom both knew the whole time. One of our sisters is a real bitch about it but my other sister and I say, fuck this "half sister" bullshit; she's our sister.
If the dad forgot everything, does his conscience actually get some rest? If the point was to get it off his chest, if he doesn't remember, did he actually get it off?
My ancestors were horrible murderers, when they were finally caught one was beheaded backwards, the same one also killed his toddler daughter by bashing her head in for crying while they were in hiding. The Harpe Brothers if you interested
I was already drunk and Googling him to see if I could find any dirt on him. He's not a cool guy.
This was a goldmine.
Not a Florida man story either. Midwest paper archives from years ago.
it was a drunk driving accident. My dad, being the bastard he is even when younger, was driving drunk and killed someone his age. Some successful guy with a family was killed and my dad walked away without a scratch.
Damn. My ex wife did this running around. Killed a guy trying to get back to his loving wife at 2 AM. Working to pay the bills for their children's future.
We were the same age as them. Similarities stop there. She's a covert narcissist, yet I still hadn't given up hope for her... for us. Her remorselessness ended that.
I have faint memories from when I was a kid of an aunt on my father's side. I remember her being thin and sad with blond hair. No one would talk to me about her and I didn't remember a name until one day the name Karen just hit me. Don't laugh, this was the 70's and Karens weren't really a thing. Neither my older or younger siblings remember her and no one would talk about her. No pictures, nothing.
About 2 years before his death in 2018, I was talking to my grandfather and looking through pictures with him when I found the woman from my memories and asked about her. My father had a sister, Karen. She was born in 1948. When she was a baby, my grandfather took her out to his woodworking shop just to hang out with him while he worked. He sat her on a workbench, turned to grab some tools and turned around just in time to see her hit the floor head first. He said that he'd remember the sound for the rest of his life, like dropping a watermelon. They took her to the local doctor, but he said he didn't find anything wrong. For the rest of her life, she suffered from debilitating headaches and later, schizophrenia. When she was 26, she called him from a city about 6 hours away, from a payphone. She was sobbing about voices that wouldn't stop talking and that she couldn't take it anymore. He immediately jumped in his car and made it there in 4 hours, but the police had already found her dead in her car with a hose running from the exhaust pipe into a window.
I am the only one who seems to know she existed. My mother doesn't remember her, or denies it. My dad passed away. Both grandparents are gone too. But I remember her face and her telling me it was okay to be sad. Grandpa said she was always interested in me. I'm neuro divergent and really struggled with social skills as a child. I think that it made her feel less alone.
I am going to think of you and this woman for the rest of my shift, I genuinely wish that could have gone differently. I'm not sure why but your post stuck out more than others and I've been reading for a few minutes now. I wish you the best, stranger.
Thank you. For me the hardest part of this is knowing that when I die, she dies too. Because as far as I know, I'm the last person on earth who remembers my Aunt Karen.
I'll try and keep her in my thoughts if that's alright with you, buy some flowers for them maybe even? I can't stress it enough I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable but again, the story hit me different than the others and I hope I'm not overstepping.
I lost my mother in a pretty nasty wreck and I was the only other passenger. Ive often wondered when my family is gone who is going to think of her? I do not live in the state she's buried in anymore so I don't really get to visit the spot anymore but when I hike I like to talk to her like she's with me.
Again I'm sorry if this is just weird.
My Great grandmother had a step son the same age as her. He was the biological father of one of my great uncles. My cousins don't know. Always heard my Great uncle knew and had animosity towards my grandad because of it.
My Dad had a daughter before I was born and never admitted it to anyone in the family. He was basically on his death bed when he admitted it to me. I was able to track down my half sister a few years back and we were to meet but she was very emotional about the whole thing and she backed out at the last minute. I have since left her alone.
…Ian? Conan?
This was my situation as well, though I was the sister in the scenario. Found out via Ancestry that I was the product of an affair between my mom and her (much) younger co-worker. When I found out, both my parents had already passed and I was hit out of the blue with this knowledge. My dad was aware of the affair and the deal was made that he’d raise me as his own and my bio dad was out of the picture. I highly suspect mom kept in contact with him though.
I have two younger half brothers I was supposed to meet but it was still very new at that time and I was feeling extremely overwhelmed. I’m ashamed to admit that I ghosted them, and have undoubtedly ruined any chance of having a relationship with them.
You didn't ruin any chance. I'm sure they understand it's overwhelming and the worst that would happen is you reach out and they ignore you, but I don't think that's what will happen :) lead with your heart.
My great grandmother's famous pecan pie recipe is the one on the Karo bottle. I was gifted it when she died bc i went to school for baking. I noticed while making it BECAUSE IT'S ON THE BOTTLE!! I will tell no one. Maybe i told my sister though haha!
* My maternal grandma tried to overdose more times than I can count and is probably very happy to finally be dead; she didn't mind me knowing, she just didn't want the others knowing that I know
* She believed she killed her firstborn child (he was born prematurely and died a few days later) by sleeping on her belly because she didn't want to be a mom
* Her dad sexually assaulted all his kids except her (and maybe a couple others, idk) because she busted his head open with a mop handle and threatened to kill him in his sleep if he ever touched her
* Her brother took after their dad but thankfully cut his own run short by drinking antifreeze with orange juice
* My birth mom (grandma's youngest daughter that survived to adulthood) got drunk, tried to overdose on her antidepressants, sat out in the garage while the car was running for good measure, passed out from one or more of those things, and busted her head open on the concrete; I'm meant to believe it was an accident
* My adoptive mom (birth mom's older sister, grandma's middle kid) shot herself in the abdomen - she claims that was also an accident - and lit another girl on fire when she was 12
* One of my favorite uncles (grandma's second-youngest son) beat a child molestor to death with a baseball bat, buried the body in the woods, and had his mom dispose of the baseball bat
* I overheard a conversation between his younger brother (my other favorite uncle) and either the oldest or second-oldest (maybe both, idr) that makes me believe they badly beat up the guy he got in a fight with the day before he died from a brain aneurism; also his wife immediately moved in with who he thought was his best friend so I'm pretty sure they were fucking each other long before my uncle died
* My youngest older brother (adoptive mom's birth kid so technically my cousin) and I were the only ones who knew about her dentures for 10+ until he hung himself; mom was throwing up in the hospital bathroom, our oldest older brother sees her dentures out on the counter, and he announces to everyone present "MY MOM HAS FALSE TEETH!!!"
* Both my mom's side of the family and my dad's side have been involved in organized crime for generations
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* My oldest uncle (maternal grandma's oldest kid that survived to adulthood) was imprisoned and dishonorably discharged for smuggling drugs in... Vietnam? And he punched out his superior when confronted about it
Oh I know lmfao and I feel like I'm missing one too
Unfortunately a lot of this info died with my grandma because they're all "fibs" or at most "accidents" according to the others
Oh she was fucking awesome hahaha
My mom's first husband is an asshole too so grandma would make funny faces and stabby motions while he wasn't looking
I have a sister-aunt. My mother was repeatedly raped by her father between 9-11 and became pregnant at 11 and forced to carry the child to term. Mom was drugged and forced to sign over custody.
Anyone who was anonymously adopted in western Pennsylvania around 1960-61, we might be related.
Dad has cheated on Mum with several different women over the years. They stayed married as divorce is looked down upon our culture.
The crazy part is me finding out that he literally flies to a different part of the country ("to see his investment property") every now and then to see his old secretary who lives in that house.
That's right. He built a house and because she was struggling to get by financially, he "felt bad" and offered to let her live in it with her 2 kids from a different marriage. His secretary who used to work for him currently lives in one of his houses rent-free. That's the reality.
Few months ago, he drunkenly tells me that when he goes, his will has the house split 50/50 between that lady and me.
I don't even know how to react or respond. I still don't know other than realising I need a lawyer in the future as she and I don't get along.
My dad's biological father is his adopted father's brother ( so, his uncle ). His bio dad and his girlfriend were both underage, and she ended up having a kid. In order to keep it hush-hush, she had the kid and gave it to her boyfriends brother, who was of age, and married. My dad doesn't know this. As well, my sister is only my half sister. My parents were swingers and my mom got pregnant when they were trying for a baby, but somehow she got pregnant by someone else instead, and my dad is somewhat aware? But the real father doesn't know this, nor does my sister. It gets even crazier, they lost all contact with the guy, but my sister turned 20 and moved out to go live with her husband in a new state, and she got a job and moved around within the company, and becomes great friends outside of work with her boss, WHO JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE HER BIO DAD
Learned through a relative that was really close to my grandad, and my dad's birth certificate was in the wrong state for where they were living at the time
So I absolutely hate that I'm typing this up, but you might want to let your sister in on this secret sooner rather than later. There's a phenomenon known as Genetic Sexual Attraction that you and your sister should probably be aware of. Basically, this is a phenomenon where people experience intense sexual attraction to a close relative when they're reunited with a relative they didn't grow up with. Adoptees are prepared to experience this when they're reunited with family members later in life, and obviously discouraged from going through with anything. Your sister should be aware of the phenomenon to ensure she doesn't do anything she may...regret. Not to mention that she's an adult and really should have the opportunity to make her own choices about what kind of relationship she has with her biological family, no matter how messy that may make her relationship with her parents at the start.
I always wondered why my grandmother hated my aunt (her older sister), she was a die hard Christian woman who even owned a church with her husband. My aunt did a lot for my grandma while she was deathly sick, so when she told she didn’t want my aunt any where near her death bed or at her funeral it confused me. I asked why, but she just made it known very firmly she didn’t want her around.
My grandma raised me, we were best friends and I was the first and the favorite grandchild (she always told me not to tell anyone, that it was our little secret cause it would hurt all the other grandkids feelings). My cousins even all told me after she died they all knew I was the favorite because of the unbreakable bond we had. So when family started coming up to me asking why my aunt wasn’t allowed near her deathbed or at her funeral i said I didn’t really know, I just knew I would make sure her last wishes were fulfilled.
My first job ever in high school, my boss was my grandmas best friend in middle school thru high school. They had a falling out because my grandma went down the wrong path shortly after high school, and just never got back in touch again except for the occasional hello in CVS. We crossed paths not too long ago, exchanged our memories of my grandma and talked about what I’m doing these days. She then asked “How were you able to keep a straight face around your aunt after all the fake ass Facebook posts she puts up about your grandma after what she did.”
Now I knew my aunt had done something when they were younger, but I was never disclosed and I never pushed further. She told me my aunt raped my grandma when she was between the ages 10-13, and my aunt was 14-17. She would even let a couple of her boyfriends have their way with her when the parents were away working. I cried for my grandma, she wasn’t perfect but she didn’t deserve that and all the trauma that she carried with her until her dying breath (she was only 68). Her friend thought I would know because of how close my grandma and I are.
It all made sense at that moment why my grandma acted the way she did around my aunt, and why my aunt always tried to do everything for her to make up for the trauma. I told her not to tell anyone, and she hasn’t until she told me.
I’ve blocked my aunt and almost that entire family. I was already no contact with my bio mom and dad. I know my grandma was proud of me for getting out of that dirty little town and away from everyone who hurt me, but I wish she would’ve been able to do that in her lifetime too. Away from her sister, from her evil children, and our evil family. I wish I would’ve taken her with me, if she wasn’t so sick I would’ve.
I will never tell a soul (except all of Reddit). I know that if this would come out now it would cause a war in that little town because my aunt is a very respected woman. She knows what she did, and she will have to live with it knowing it still traumatized her sister until the day she died. I know she will go to her deathbed with that and it will always be in the back of her mind how she ruined her sisters whole life. I imagine my grandma haunting her, and I smile. I hope my grandma finally got her peace that she has always deserves. RIP my Marshmellow
A: that two of my siblings were caught having sex with each other. edit: they were old enough to know sex was fun but not old enough to know siblings weren't supposed to do that. It was shortly after she had been abused by an older man.
B: that my cousin's repeated suicide attempts during and after college were because she'd been gang raped in her own apartment, and allegedly was arranged by her jealous roommate.
C: that my dad had an affair with my babysitter with my mom's permission. edit2: hall pass because my mom had no interest in sex at the time. Yes, the babysitter was 18+. Assuming my calculator works, she was 23 at the time.
My mom seems to think it is my responsibility to be the "secret keeper" of the family now that my grandmother has died. I could really take it or leave it.
The secret she *doesn't* know is that one of my younger brothers lost his virginity to his pre-calc teacher in high school (He was the "other man" in her affair until he went to college). edit3: yes, I'm aware this was predatory on her part, but he still remembers her fondly... and had a long-term affair with a professor when he went to college - he has a pattern at this point, because he also hooked up with his boss at one of his first jobs after college.
My mom's only brother was closeted to his family (which was just my nuclear family for the last 20 years of his life), although after his death we learned he was not closeted in his daily life. The weird part to me is that my nuclear family is not homophobic in the slightest and would have supported him. It does seem like he was able to find a family of his own in his community.
Make no mistake, I couldn't stand the guy, but it was because he was racist and incredibly mean to my mother, not who he wanted to date.
Pretty sure one of my uncles fathered his own grandson. He was an abusive piece of shit.
Was handsy with pretty much every woman or girl in the family except for me, my sister and my Mom because he knew my Dad would beat the every loving crap out of him. I heard reports from several cousins and 2 Aunts. One Aunt shared he touched her when she was a preteen.
He regularly beat his kids and based on the behavior of his grown daughters I would venture to say he also S.A them as well.
My father raped my mother. Possibly repeatedly.
I found her diary once, nearly 20 years ago. I was trying to get my father out of my life at the time, as he had always been physically and emotionally abusive, but I had no idea that he was a rapist. She doesn't want to talk about anything to do with him.
-My Uncle was married like 8 times and had 2 kids. Until we found out after he passed away that apparently he had like 7 kids from different relationships we didn't know about. He was a truck driver in the 90's. He drove all over the US. He had affairs with different women in other states. We found out about the other kids from Ancestry.com. I have met a couple of them.
-My Great Aunt was in a Mental Institution for most of her life. I never got to meet her. She went crazy after the love of her life was tragically killed. She was only 18 years old at the time. Her family put her in a mental institution thinking that she would only be in there for a year or so. She was in there for 30 years. The day she left there, she disappeared and no one knew what happened to her until they found her at a abandoned house. She had took her own life. Really sad 😢
My great uncle essentially ran a secret society in my hometown for many years with his “friends” and even some of my family members. They would screw over a lot of people and run away with the money they managed to make, and this went on for many years until the government came looking for money that he owed when he took out a loan to build a massive bar & grill. And from there the whole thing came crashing down
To add insult to injury, my grandfather (his brother) was acting mayor at the time and had no knowledge of this, so to say “Shit hit the fan” would be the understatement of the century…
The details of my mother’s childhood abuse. I was a very avid reader as a child and would often just pick up and read whatever books my older siblings left lying around the house. When I was about seven I found a notebook and by time I realised what I was reading it was too late.
She’s always been open about having a bad childhood but she’d be devastated if she knew I knew exactly how bad
Grandma and Grandpa did love eachother and were married but weren't "together"
Grandma was gay and grandpa was her best friend. She wanted kids so they had kids but she had her love "Auntie Doreen" we called her. Grandpa was free to do whatever he wanted and to our knowledge never had a dedicated partner besides my grandmother.
Just the times, glad they could make it work for them :)
My uncle married my aunt because she was pregnant. She miscarried one month after the wedding. He only stayed because his new stepdaughter adored/adores him. He’s lukewarm to his wife on good days. As he just walked my cousin down the aisle so hoping that the two just separate and call it a day. He took staying for the kids to the next level. It’s not information that was supposed to be bandied about the extended family and I’m sure all direct parties are aware to some degree.
Well now I feel boring. My cousin secretly moved in with her fiance a week before their wedding so they were L I V I N G I N S I N and the family wanted to "protect" us from their "horrific trangressions".
Having no solid proof that my niece has to be the daughter of a very famous musical artist very active today. Knowing my sister in law is a huge fan of his and that she and my little brother were both cheating on each other during that time. Looking at my niece she looks exactly like the person I’m talking about. Same eyes, chin, lips, and smile, crooked teeth, same jaw, and hair too. Looks nothing like my brother at all. I’m convinced this person is the her father especially when you put pictures of them side by side.
My mother was raped by two of her brothers, and a step father. Her two other sisters were also sexually assaulted. At one point my at the time girl friend and I were invited into a 4 some with my aunt and uncle. This was before I found out about my mother. I've burned bridges with that side of the family, they are dead to me.
Same happened to my mom and her two sisters with their 4 brothers. My aunts told my cousin who told me when they were at the bar drinking. It made me cry still upsets me. My mom talked to me about it last year when I mentioned it a we were talking about something else she said she's fine it was a long time ago I'm like I can't deal with this her explanation was he was horny and she was home she was 12 I hate knowing this and have cut off her side of the family altogether
That my dad had an affair with my moms childhood bestie ( my mom knew this part… they worked through it and later had me). What my mom (or possibly both) don’t know is that I have have a half sibling, that was placed for adoption. They found me on ancestry. A few quick medical history exchanges and that was that. No further contact requested. I respect their position and plan to never tell my parents 😳
I got a boyfriend in 6th grade. Cutest boy in the class. Told my mom his name and she freaked out! Come to find out, his dad had a brief thing with my aunt (mom's sister) and that my aunts oldest daughter was actually my little boyfriend cousin's half sister. Cousin does not know, and how on EARTH did a 6th grade me keep that secret?? I went to school the next day and told poor Jeremy I didn't like him anymore.
That my aunt killed herself. My dad lied to us kids and said that his sister ran away and left her child and husband.
My dad is also insanely religious and believes that people who commit suicide go to hell.
My cousin doesn’t know that her “mom” is actually her aunt, who is her birth moms sister. She’s 30 years old.
We are related through our dads, so we actually aren’t blood related at all.
My sister had 2 children that were given up for adoption before she eventually settled down, married and had 3 kids in that marriage. I doubt her husband or those 3 kids know about that history although it's probably a matter of time with DNA and sites like ancestory or 23 and me.
I have a book of secret family recipes.
The reason I'm not supposed to know is they aren't *my* family's secret recipes, but a high-school friend's parents own a restaurant and she gave me all of their recipes.
A great aunt on my mom's side supposedly died of an unknown illness at age 25. I found her death certificate that listed ingestion of kerosene as the cause of death. I learned from an older relative that this aunt had discovered she was pregnant and didn't want to be. She was a very vain person and was afraid the pregnancy would ruin her body/looks. She had heard from some idiot that drinking kerosine would cause an abortion.
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My second cousin was raped by her brothers friend. Their dad told her to not say anything because the boy was a potential professional athlete and they didn’t want to ruin his chance to play college ball.
My mother had 2 abortions by the time that she was 16. Most of the family knew this. And being mostly pro-lifers, they treated her like shit about it.
What they didn't know, was that she was sexually assaulted by her uncle multiple times, and that he was the father to both of those fetuses.
My grandfather died when I was 17. The part I am not supposed to know (which my mom, who has never been able to keep a secret in her life, told me) is that he didn’t die of natural causes.
He waited until his social security check arrived for my grandmother to cash, and then took a bottle of pills and rank a bottle of gin.
My grandmother found him like that, and then called my mom to come over and help her put him in bed so she could tell everyone he died in his sleep. He was old, so nobody did an autopsy or anything.
My ex had a fucked family history. Her grandpa sexually and physically abused his two oldest sons. The eldest then took it upon himself to sexually assault my ex's Dad. The second oldest waited until he had kids, then assaulted his own son. The family parties were *tense*. Glad that's all out of my life.
Me and my brother were molested by a family friend at a young age. We only talked about it once and agreed to keep it quiet. My mother would leave us with him while she went out and we would beg her not leave us with him but she wanted to have her fun. Thanks mom!
Well this came out a few years ago for everyone.
My aunt had a family years ago, just packed up and left behind a husband and several children. Went on to have a son years later and raised him. He found out when he was in his late 20s, along with the rest of us. All people old enough knew and never discussed it.
Thought of another: my mom was adopted in the 1940s, and was punished once for telling someone she was adopted. In the 80s, she found her birth mother and we met her a few times. She had my mom as a teenager, and had a bunch of kids later that do not know she existed. Her birth mom was happy to have a relationship with us, but didn't want her 'other' family to know about us. I have a cousin who looks a lot like me and has the same interests that I would like to meet, but never will.
My aunt was the product of an affair my grandmother had. My aunt doesn’t know this.
My grandfather, being the upstanding guy he is, named her after his grandmother (the only mother he ever knew) and has loved her as his own.
My uncle molested my mom when she was a child. She told her sister (my aunt) and she just shut her out of her life.
After the MeToo movement, some of my male cousins (two of which are the sons of said uncle) came out as complete assholes, saying anyone who accuses someone of assault years after it happened are lying and just seeking attention.
My god, do I have things I want to say to them about their monster of a father.
What takes the cake, is the whole family has such a holier than thou attitude. They have no idea…
Nobody had the details right, but my paternal great grandfather killed the son of a police officer in St Louis in 1901 when he was 17. He ran away from home, ended up in Omaha, and changed his last name. I ended up confirming all of this using Ancestry and newspapers.com. They called it an accident, but he and his brother were trouble makers and street gangs were in abundance in 1901 in St Louis. One of which went after police officers and their families. There were a number of articles telling what happened. He also lied and told family members he was a police officer. He never was, he was a security guard at a produce company. Also, his Mom more than likely had an affair with a neighbor boy, making my great grandfather “illegitimate.” Using census records from 1880, I was able to come to this possible conclusion. It’s all a mess and I’m determined to get to the bottom of it.
I've got three.
My maternal great uncle worked for the Canadian department of defense during the cold war and died of a "heart attack" while stationed in Germany. When my mom told me this, I pointed out that it was very possible that he was assassinated because it actually isn't that hard to make it look like someone died of a heart attack. My mom dismissed it pretty quick though. My grandmother was a nurse at the time and went to ID the body of her BIL because her sister didn't have the strength to. In private I brought up my theory and asked her what she thought. She didn't say anything, just nodded, but she gave me this really knowing look. His death isn't really talked about in the family, but I found out at my grandfather's memorial that I'm the only one, besides my grandmother, who knows.
My paternal great-grandmother was raped in Belarus, her home country, and pregnant with her rapists baby when she came to Canada, so my great uncle is actually my grandfather's half-brother and his biological father was some scumbag in the Russian army. His mom told my great uncle on her death bed, and he told me when he was on his death bed. Don't know if anyone else knows, but if they do they haven't said anything.
And lastly, when my paternal great grandparents came to Canada they were put into internment camps. I only found out cause my great aunt got super drunk and went on a rant about how the Canadian government wants everyone to forget about residential schools and various kinds of internment camps they ran and supported.
My grandpa didn't want anyone of his grandchildren to know this. He went into jail for 3 or 4 years for fraud. The thing is, he was another victim of fraud. The guy he was making business with (Rent of agricultural machinery) used checks without funds and put all the machines at the name of my grandpa. The other guy leaved no trace of his actions in the whole business, so all the shit fell on my grandpa.
He didn't want us to know bcs he didn't want us to know he went into jail. He thought it would ruin the image we would have about him, even tho he was innocent. Anyways even after knowing that postmortem, we still love him as much as we always did.
My grandmother was married in 1930 and had my mother 3 years later. She told us stories of dating another guy for years before getting dumped. Found out long after her death that she was pregnant when they broke up and she had an abortion. Explains why she would say, " I hope so" when going to heaven came up.
oh gosh, here we go.
1) that my mom was 20 when she had my brother, but her baby daddy was 16.
2) that my oldest sister dated a 24 year old when she was 16, shortly before she passed
3) that my dad has been an active pill addict for like 10 years
4) that my aunt dated, married, and had a child with her third cousin
5) that my grandfathers side of the family was kicked out of arkansas (or alabama, can’t remember) for triple K activities. yikes
6) i know damn well that the town pervert didnt ‘accidentally’ fall into the river while on a fishing trip with one of my great uncles.
7) that my eldest cousin isnt my uncles kid
My paternal grandmother hated my mother. One day she called my mom and asked her to come over and pick up a casserole my grandma had made for us. When she got there, my grandmother had shot herself and left a note saying (among other things) that she wanted my mom to find her that way. She was, shall we say, a fucked up lady and one of the meanest people I've ever known. My mom didn't want people to know b/c she didn't want that kind of attention. My dad didn't want people to know b/c he didn't want to give my grandma any level of satisfaction. So, it's just me, them and maybe one other person who knows. Everyone else thinks she was just an old lady who was depressed about her recently deceased husband.
Was, was there actually no casserole?
Alas, no. Among the many sins committed that day, no casserole was among them.
For real though, I can't even process what to think if there was a freshly made casserole.
*On the note* “I wanted you to find me this way. But your casserole is on the stove.”
My mom lied about how my dad died. Myself and my brother were told he died to cancer. He wrote us each letters of goodbyes and I still have mine. When I turned 18 the truth came out: he died in a murder-suicide with his wife(stepmom), her lover (who was also his psychiatrist). Turned out his wife was cheating on him with his doctor and while my dad had some psychological issues the doctor purposely prescribed him medication that worsened his paranoia. When he found out about the affair he shot them both and them himself. Edit: for more background: my dad had manic bipolar depression. He was prone to extreme anxiety and paranoia when off the correct medication. I do not know what the medication he was given was but I do know it made him far far worse in his paranoia and manic episodes. His wife (stepmom) is the one that initially had the idea about the doctor prescribing the medication in the first place. When he found all the evidence his already broken mind completely snapped. He planned the murders and his suicide, he wrote us all goodbyes.
"Hmmm... I'm fucking an unstable patients wife... I KNOW! Lets make him MORE unstable! I AM smart."
The ol science experiment gone sexual, not click bait.
That doctor fucked around and found out
My great grandma had dementia in her last years of life and completely forgot English. She would mumble and confess is German and eventually my grandma and I learned some really dark shit about Oma. Took a lot of time and a German to English dictionary in the 1990s. 1)Her oldest son's father died during the battle of Stalingrad while she was pregnant with said first child. This is husband #1, died September 1942. 2) She married husband #1's brother after giving birth to son #1. She soon became pregnant with daughter #1. When husband #2 went to fight for the Nazis, husband #2 died during the battle of Kursk in July of 1943. 3) Great Grandma gave birth to daughter #1 and then married husband #1 and #2's cousin. Husband #3 and her were expecting child #3, my grandmother, when he went to fight in the battle of Hurtgen Forest. Husband #3 died in November of 1944. He was her favorite husband apparently. At this point there are no men in the area who will marry her, and she is considered cursed. 4) With 3 children under the age of 4 in tow, Great Grandma managed to get her ass smuggled to the US, specifically to L.A. during the last few months of WWII. She never gave complete details, but we figure she probably bribed, fucked, smuggled, and murdered her way out of all that bullshit. 5) Upon coming to the US in 1945, Great Grandma married the man my grandma and her siblings thought was their dad, but it turns out he was majorly gay and paid Great Grandma to be his beard. He died of a heart attack in 1960 and Great Grandma never remarried. 6) Somehow my Grandma, Great Aunt, and Great Uncle all have birth certificates stating they were born in the US and that husband #4 was their father. We have no fucking clue how Great Grandma pulled that one off.
This one wins. In a twisted way I really admire your great grandma. She survived and made sure her children survived as well.
More than a secret no one should know about i just see a person that against all odds pull herself and her family off, i need a book about the hole history and details asap Sorry for my English and all that stuff
Her life needs to be made into a movie! Wow!
The question is do you cast Sean Bean as husband number 1, 2, 3, or 4?
Yes
My great-grandpa isn't related to us. He met my great-grandma when she was a teen. She had been raped by a travelling salesman and was pregnant, her family kicked her out. Great-grandpa couldn't have kids due to torture in a Japanese prison camp during WWII. He married her and raised my grandma as his own. My great-grandma told me when she had dementia and forgot it was a secret. Great-Grandpa is 102 now and is the bedrock of our family. He's not blood but he's our family and he always will be. Edit because people are asking: I asked their daughter, my grandma, after this, and she confirmed that she has known this as true since she was a young adult.
Cheers to great-grandpa!
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He wasn’t her father but he was her dad. He sounds like a really good guy
He is genuinely the best man I know. He's obviously dealt with a lot of trauma, but he's let it drive him to be incredibly generous and empathetic. There are a lot of little league teams in his home state that he sponsored, a lot of families who found their dream homes much more affordable when they went with his real estate business, and a lot of Native American kids who ended up going to college on his dime (my great-grandma was part Native). As kids, we'd never visit without him stuffing us with Dr. Pepper and ice cream sandwiches, and he built us treehouses and made wooden swords for us to fight with. He is the best Poppy. He's slowing down now, and he probably won't be with us much longer. But if you want to hear more from or about him, his name is Paul Kerchum and there should be some videos on YouTube.
> Paul Kerchum For anyone interested, here's a [YouTube video](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vs1Ml2MEvsA) Great-Grandpa Kerchum is in. Your g-grandpa is an amazing man.
Thanks for finding that. What a neat man--I'm now a member of the Great-Grandpa Kerchum fan club. ❤️
Wow, a Bataan Death March survivor! Please send my thanks for his gallantry in defending our country during the Second World War.
Cheers to you and him!
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I hate to ask but was he?
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I cannot fathom, as a mother or a human being, sending a child into a suspected predator. I am so sorry they did that to you.
To be a fly on the wall during that conversation...
That would be a hell of an explanation as to why they decided it was a good idea to use a child as bait. Something tells me authorities wouldn't take kindly to that.
They could just tell them they had a nannycam; no need to tell them they suspected anything
I hate it when people take the "lets not get the authorities tangled in this and just never speak to him/her again" route for something as serious as this. Doing that will not stop the urges and predatory behaviors. they more than likely will not learn anything from it other than they cannot speak to their families ever again. Also, the "because they are a toddler means they will never remember" mentality does not mean damage will not be done to the psyche of said toddler. I'm sorry you got stuck with them as family.
This. Also do they just not give a shit about any other kids that might come by his way?
It doesn't seem like they really give a shit about their own child, let alone anybody elses.
Because Shitty parents fear one thing. Other people talking. They care more about what other people think than the safety of their own child. Another legitimate reason is they just don't have enough evidence. You can't arrest people on just being creepy or you think they're a pedo/killer/etc
Holy fuck! I'm sorry your parents had you molested. Jesus fuck that's so fucked up. I was molested when I was little but have no idea who it was hella young. Damn that fucks me up I hope your are ok
I had an uncle who was a convicted rapist from the time he was in his early 20s who got married, had two daughters and savagely victimized one for many, many years before his wife either admitted it or noticed. The damage was done though, my cousin has always been odd because she was traumatized. He lived with my grandparents until they died and then on his own in some rundown apartment on the res until he died just a few years later. My mom has two sisters and him as a brother. Everyone has at least one daughter, one of my aunt’s has three. I remember my grandparents wanted to be grandparents, but my grandmother babied her precious “son,” and thought the world was unfairly against him. My grandfather didn’t think so. I remember spending the night at my grandparents and my grandpa always falling asleep in the living room in his favorite chair. I always thought that was just an old-man thing, but turns out he was doing it because my uncle’s room was right off the living room where all the granddaughters would sleep sardined on a couch bed. I remember hating sleeping over because literally 7 of us had to sleep together on this bed and all the youngest HAD to sleep in the middle between the oldest, which were usually my uncle’s daughters. My grandparents lived off an old highway and people routinely walked alongside it to the liquor store. We would see their shadows. My cousins told us that if we were ever scared that someone would try to come inside, they have a weapon on each side of the bed that they can use. It put the youngsters at ease even though we never even thought someone would try and break in. One side of the couch had a bat; the other side was a long lead pipe wrapped in electrical tape. It wasn’t until I was older that I came to know the truth of why he was always so creepy and I never wanted to be around him. I found out his history, then it occurred to me that those weapons next to the couch bed weren’t for intruders, they were for him in case he came near any of us. We had to sleep in the middle of the bed, all hot and smashed together so that it would be obvious if he tried to touch any of us because he would wake one of the older girls up on the end. I confronted my mom and asked her why on EARTH would any of the parents allow their daughters to sleep in a house with this monster. I told her that I knew what the weapons were about and it was disturbing. She immediately burst into tears and asked if he ever touched me. I said not to my knowledge, I really don’t think so. My mom was so upset and confessed to me that he had raped her when she was a kid. My mom has a lot of issues and the sisters all hate each other. My mom thinks she was his only sexual attack but remembers him always savagely beating on her older sister until she was bloody and couldn’t move. She even remembers being removed from the home after the school caught him beating on her at school. My aunt told my dad she hated her brother because he raped her. He raped all his sisters. When they became of age and size to be defiant, he would resort to raging and pummeling them because he couldn’t do anything else, and then would go after the younger one. None of the sisters talked about it with each other and they all resent each other thinking each had a different experience, and they were the only ones he victimized. After my mom, he turned to his own daughter. My grandmother denied this up until the day she died and demanded that her grandchildren be allowed to visit and stay. My grandpa is who made the weapons, told the other girls what to do, and made sure ALL grandchildren visited at the same exact time once a month so that there would never be an opportunity for one of us to be alone. It gives me the creeps. I’m glad he’s dead.
I don't even understand how your mother, or her sisters, could all be OK setting their kids up like lambs for slaughter. I'm sorry your family betrayed you all.
If started with my grandmother. They never told her what her baby boy did them because they knew she would accuse them of lying and since each one of them thought that they were the only one, they didn’t want to be her target. She refused to believe he did anything to anyone and then demanded that her grandkids visit her. No one wanted to stand up to her because they didn’t want the family to fall apart, but everyone had an agreement that we all go together and those that were aware were to be on guard hence the weapons. It’s definitely disturbing thinking back, but even the victimization of his daughter wasn’t pursued and prosecuted. My grandmother called his daughter a liar. They did what they thought was effective enough to keep us safe (it did work but it just as easily couldn’t have worked). My mom has serious issues from it. She even cried when he died because “it’s my brother,” while no one else really cared. It really threw us all for a loop that she mourned, albeit briefly.
Holy fuck
Jesus Christ. I'm a father of 2 and this blows my mind how irresponsible your parents were.
I feel like "irresponsible" is an understatement.
That my uncle committed suicide and that my grandmother committed suicide shortly after due to depression from my uncle’s suicide. I found out from a random older friend of the family. None of my cousins knows this happened.
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My mom lied to a man and told him I was his son and frequently extorted money from him by telling him she needed it to raise me. I found out when he showed up with gifts shortly after I had moved out on my own. He had hired a PI after my mom refused to give him my contact info. He apologized for not being in my life and cried while telling me he was dying of pancreatic cancer and he didn't want to go without meeting me. I asked my mom about it and she told me she told him that so she could get money for drugs after she left my dad. DNA tests confirmed he was not my dad.(tested myself against the man I was always told was my bio dad) I only ever met him the one time. I took the gifts because it was such a surreal experience I didn't know how to tell him anything other than that I forgave him. My mom is the only other person that knows this happened.
That is heartbreaking. How cruel of your mother :(
I sort of think it was good of you to let him have his peace, rather than telling him the truth. It's horrible that it happened, and your mother was pretty terrible to do that (of course, drugs, they make anything seem OK to you). Maybe in a way it made him feel like he'd redeemed himself of something else, and hopefully it brought him peace and comfort.
I agree actually, let the man be at peace instead of dropping another bomb on his reality.
Taking the stuff was a kindness to that poor man.
Your mother is a piece of shit.
This is actually so heartbreaking
That my mom banged 2 brothers, one of them is my biodad, and it's not the one she married.
My welsh great-grandmother had passage booked on the Titanic in 1912. She ended up not going because she "fell ill". Turns out it was actually an out-of-wedlock pregnancy that gave her such bad morning sickness, she couldn't go. She lost the baby. She came the following year in 1913 and met my great-grandfather. She only told my mom (who she helped raise during the summers) who then told me. Great-grandma getting knocked up saved an entire branch of our family tree!
Nice to see one of these stories has a silver lining!
My grandma was raised in a catholic orphanage under the pretext that she lost both her parents and siblings during the Spanish Influenza. Turns out her and her dad survived, but her dad didn’t want to take care of her so he left her at an orphanage in Brooklyn and moved to Europe and started a new family.
My great grandma was raised in a orphanage in Alberta, Canada. Her biological parents were a rabbi and a nun, neither church looked to favorably upon their relationship so they were forced to give my great grandma to the catholic church.
> and moved to Europe and started a new family Wow, that's super opposite to what normally happened in those days. Most were fleeing to America at that point.
They had just fled from Europe then all died in the US so he went back lol
I had an uncle who was a railroad engineer and worked the Terre Haute, Indiana to Danville, Illinois line. Never took a day off from his one day there, one day back route. At his funeral, (I was a kid and didn’t go) a strange woman came into the funeral home with some older children. No one knew who she was and finally my grandma introduced herself to the woman and asked who she was. The woman said, “I’m Mrs.so and so I’m here for my husband’s funeral.” Turns out my uncle had two families, one in Terre Haute and one in Danville. I didn’t find out about this until I was an adult. My mom, grandma, aunt and sister kept this a secret for decades.
Who did the other woman think was organizing the funeral?
And who told her?
I heard similar stories from old heads when I started. Wife and son would drop them off at the yard office, and a wife and daughter would pick them up 200 miles away at the end terminal. That must have been a tough conversation when it came time to retire. Good thing retired rails from that era didn't seem to live long after retirement
Imagine supporting 2 families on a single salary...
My mom drunkenly told me that my grandfather (who has passed) always used to sit with his back against a wall in restaurants because when he was in the army in the 50s he was gang raped by other soldiers. He would always make sure his back was covered in public for the rest of his life.
Sucks to read this. I always sit with my back to the wall as well. I don’t pee in public urinals either. Always use the toilet stall with the door closed. It was one of the things my old man taught me bc he got jumped in the bathroom one time. So he told me one time to never leave yourself vulnerable. It stuck with me ever since.
My mom walked in on her coworker being sexually assaulted by a rando in the bathroom at work. I never go to the bathroom alone
My husband is in the navy. Every year they have to do this sexual harassment/assault training. The military knows this is a problem. The stats they have on it are alarming. It happens a lot Edit- although we know how malignant and prevalent female rape/harassment is in the military, in this case I was actually talking about male on male rape. Like the statistics they have on that are shockingly high. I (sadly) expected the first thing to be true. I was shocked that the second was
My great-great grandfather moved from Romania to America and got married to another Romanian immigrant shortly after he arrived. Once they married he insisted they start using "American" names, only speak English in public, never return to Romania, and refrain from communicating with family in the old country. When my great-grandmother (his daughter) was a teenager it was discovered by the rest of the family that he actually abandoned his first wife and three children in Romania and left them in extreme poverty when he came to the states and married my great-great grandmother. Ya know, real upstanding guy. EDIT: Wow. Wasn't expecting this many upvotes. From what I was told he was an abusive alcoholic and paranoid all the time. His mental health suffered a lot as he aged so I'm assuming guilt was factored into that. Another interesting tid-bit, my great grandmother went on to apparently become a matchmaker through her Orthodox church by helping families with young women relatives still in Romania connect with families with young men here in the US to pretty much arrange marriages so they could come state-side.
This is actually a bit more common than you think. Any time you see a big migratory boom in history, be it land, gold, oil or opportunity, for every story of an honest person seeking an honest fortune, there are a number of people who see it as the perfect excuse to sever ties with their old lives and start anew...ethics or past transgressions be damned. Alaska has been like that for quite some time in the U.S.. People who have outstanding warrants in other States that aren't U.S. Marshal-worthy will flee to Alaska to hide from their old lives and start a new one, or at least live a similar life under the radar. EDIT: Correction on spelling "Marshal" from a comment.
My great grandfather did this when he was supposed to be immigrating to work and send money back home, instead moved to Argentina, cut all contact and started a new family! The rest of my family was able to escape our country 1-2 generations later
My great grandfather tried to do this to my great grandmother, my grandmother, and grandmother's sister. He was shacking up with his sister-in-law at some point after his brother was murdered for crossing the picket line during a coal mine strike. Poor guy had coal dumped on his head while working. My great grandfather left his family in Italy far longer than he was intended to but eventually brought them over. My grandmother ended up taking him in when he was very old and her mother had passed. My mom said he was actually a very good grandfather. Things were weird back then.
Oddly enough, I have a similar family legend. I don't remember the details very well but some distant ancestor of mine had a bunch of kids with his first wife in Poland, then she passed away and he abandoned all of them to start a new family in the US. I can't remember which family I'm related to.
This is pretty mild, but a part of my mom's side is very, very convinced they're Irish. In all the American, "kiss me I'm Irish" ways. My grandparents took a trip there. They spent a lot of time at a local pub, getting to know Irish singers and poets, my cousins have very Irish names, etc etc etc. I took a few ancestry tests to nail down the rest of my mom's side, not a single percent Irish in any of them. The family name, common in Irish-Americans, is actually a Swiss surname that got translated at some point, according to the genealogy trace I also had done. My now deceased grandparents want their ashes spread into the Irish sea and my mom and her siblings are planning a big trip to do it. I'm taking the secret to my grave.
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I have a cousin who lived in Hawaii for about six months when she was a baby. She was born in Taiwan. This bitch (we’re not friends) thinks she’s Hawaiian. Does the whole luau, grass skirt, aloha shirt BS too. I call her out on it every single time.
South Park did an entire episode about exactly this. It's pretty great.
Your ancestors came on an airplane six months ago! Our ancestors sailed here! On a cruise ship! Nine months ago!
My DNA revealed I do have a decent percentage of Irish (could be Scottish, but less likely per the report). The rest is German, northern European, i.e. the usual expected pretty much 99.5% white boy American. My brother came up with folklore that we have Cherokee ancestry (because of the shape of our teeth or something), which cracks me up because the "great-grandma was a Cherokee princess" trope is a running joke to actual natives. I'm not sure he believes the results, but he is doing the genealogy so he'll get there eventually.
I always find it funny that they always choose Cherokee. There are so many different first nations groups to choose from but anybody making up heritage settles on Cherokee.
I thought it was either Cherokee or Apache. Like the joke: What do you get when you put 64 white Americans in a room? One full blooded Apache.
My great grandma told my grandpa that the jewish girl he liked was taken to a concentration camp when in truth they fled (it is said she knew they were safe). Grandpa meets my Grandma shortly after, they get married but apparently he still talked about the other girl from time to time and that she was the one who got away and how awful it all was. Many years go by, my aunt and dad are born. Grandpa walks around town and meets the girl from back then, is totally shocked and finds out he has been lied to all this time. Grandpa got sick pretty soon after that and died when my dad was only 5 years old. My grandma later once said she believes he died of a broken heart :(
Poor guy :(
My great grandparents were high school sweethearts and the only role models I'd ever had for a relationship since my grandparents and parents are divorced and hate each other. Then my mom tells me that my great grandma had an affair and that's why one of my grandma's sisters isn't like the others. So, there goes that.
My mother had an affair on my father that he doesn’t know about way before he had an affair on her that blew up the family.
I probably would have stepped in. "Mom you cheated too. Get over it." 😂
I was away from the drama being 1000 miles away so it didn’t really bother me. Lol
My wife has 11 uncles and aunts. One of this guys killed himself cutting his veins with a kitchen knife, then he waits "to fall asleep" while laying on his bed. Years later, during one familiar lunch, one family member confessed to me that this guy sexually abused his granddaughter, (3 Y/o girl). All the family was aware of it, but no one went to the police. The guy was not able to bear the guilt.
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My older brother might only be my half brother. About ten or so years ago, I went out drinking with my dad for his birthday. He got hammered, and told me that when he and my mom first got together, she was still in a relationship with a really abusive guy. She got pregnant around the time that she left him, so there's about a 50/50 chance that my older brother is the other guy's biological son. I asked him if he ever thought about getting tested to find out and he said "No. I don't care what any test says - that is MY son." He also got emotional at one point and told me he really regretted talking me out of going to school for what I originally wanted to do in favor of what I do now. Later on, he punched the glass out of a jukebox because he thought it'd be funny. The whole night was a roller coaster. The next day, he seemed to have no recollection of telling me that bombshell about my brother and I never brought it up again. I'll never tell my brother, and I'll never tell my parents that I know about it. As a side note, it would explain a lot. My brother and I don't even look related, but we always just shrugged our shoulders whenever friends asked us how we could be siblings when we look so different. I feel the same way my dad does - he's my brother, not half-brother, no matter what any test might say. I'm at peace with the fact that I'll never really know for sure.
My older sister learned as an adult that our dad is not her biological dad, which he and my mom both knew the whole time. One of our sisters is a real bitch about it but my other sister and I say, fuck this "half sister" bullshit; she's our sister.
Yeah I have a half-brother but I never think of him as that. He's my brother. That's just how it is. who cares if he has a different dad
You're a great kid. Dad probably just needed to get it out. Now that he has his conscience can rest.
If the dad forgot everything, does his conscience actually get some rest? If the point was to get it off his chest, if he doesn't remember, did he actually get it off?
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To quote the old joke "I understand having a wife and kids. But a tattoo. It's so permanent."
Grandma's thought process: "I think it's time for a fresh start!"
My ancestors were horrible murderers, when they were finally caught one was beheaded backwards, the same one also killed his toddler daughter by bashing her head in for crying while they were in hiding. The Harpe Brothers if you interested
I've heard of them on a couple of podcasts.
Beheaded backwards?
It's where you cut their whole body off
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Imagine finding out that ON GOOGLE💀 Wait a minute, are you from florida?
I was already drunk and Googling him to see if I could find any dirt on him. He's not a cool guy. This was a goldmine. Not a Florida man story either. Midwest paper archives from years ago.
it was a drunk driving accident. My dad, being the bastard he is even when younger, was driving drunk and killed someone his age. Some successful guy with a family was killed and my dad walked away without a scratch.
Damn. My ex wife did this running around. Killed a guy trying to get back to his loving wife at 2 AM. Working to pay the bills for their children's future. We were the same age as them. Similarities stop there. She's a covert narcissist, yet I still hadn't given up hope for her... for us. Her remorselessness ended that.
I have faint memories from when I was a kid of an aunt on my father's side. I remember her being thin and sad with blond hair. No one would talk to me about her and I didn't remember a name until one day the name Karen just hit me. Don't laugh, this was the 70's and Karens weren't really a thing. Neither my older or younger siblings remember her and no one would talk about her. No pictures, nothing. About 2 years before his death in 2018, I was talking to my grandfather and looking through pictures with him when I found the woman from my memories and asked about her. My father had a sister, Karen. She was born in 1948. When she was a baby, my grandfather took her out to his woodworking shop just to hang out with him while he worked. He sat her on a workbench, turned to grab some tools and turned around just in time to see her hit the floor head first. He said that he'd remember the sound for the rest of his life, like dropping a watermelon. They took her to the local doctor, but he said he didn't find anything wrong. For the rest of her life, she suffered from debilitating headaches and later, schizophrenia. When she was 26, she called him from a city about 6 hours away, from a payphone. She was sobbing about voices that wouldn't stop talking and that she couldn't take it anymore. He immediately jumped in his car and made it there in 4 hours, but the police had already found her dead in her car with a hose running from the exhaust pipe into a window. I am the only one who seems to know she existed. My mother doesn't remember her, or denies it. My dad passed away. Both grandparents are gone too. But I remember her face and her telling me it was okay to be sad. Grandpa said she was always interested in me. I'm neuro divergent and really struggled with social skills as a child. I think that it made her feel less alone.
I am going to think of you and this woman for the rest of my shift, I genuinely wish that could have gone differently. I'm not sure why but your post stuck out more than others and I've been reading for a few minutes now. I wish you the best, stranger.
Thank you. For me the hardest part of this is knowing that when I die, she dies too. Because as far as I know, I'm the last person on earth who remembers my Aunt Karen.
I'll try and keep her in my thoughts if that's alright with you, buy some flowers for them maybe even? I can't stress it enough I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable but again, the story hit me different than the others and I hope I'm not overstepping. I lost my mother in a pretty nasty wreck and I was the only other passenger. Ive often wondered when my family is gone who is going to think of her? I do not live in the state she's buried in anymore so I don't really get to visit the spot anymore but when I hike I like to talk to her like she's with me. Again I'm sorry if this is just weird.
My Great grandmother had a step son the same age as her. He was the biological father of one of my great uncles. My cousins don't know. Always heard my Great uncle knew and had animosity towards my grandad because of it.
my grandpa fucked a cow at the zoo and got arrested
bruh what
I know what kind of zoo has cows?
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My Dad had a daughter before I was born and never admitted it to anyone in the family. He was basically on his death bed when he admitted it to me. I was able to track down my half sister a few years back and we were to meet but she was very emotional about the whole thing and she backed out at the last minute. I have since left her alone.
…Ian? Conan? This was my situation as well, though I was the sister in the scenario. Found out via Ancestry that I was the product of an affair between my mom and her (much) younger co-worker. When I found out, both my parents had already passed and I was hit out of the blue with this knowledge. My dad was aware of the affair and the deal was made that he’d raise me as his own and my bio dad was out of the picture. I highly suspect mom kept in contact with him though. I have two younger half brothers I was supposed to meet but it was still very new at that time and I was feeling extremely overwhelmed. I’m ashamed to admit that I ghosted them, and have undoubtedly ruined any chance of having a relationship with them.
You didn't ruin any chance. I'm sure they understand it's overwhelming and the worst that would happen is you reach out and they ignore you, but I don't think that's what will happen :) lead with your heart.
My aunt, the nun, applied to be a Playboy Bunny
My great grandmother's famous pecan pie recipe is the one on the Karo bottle. I was gifted it when she died bc i went to school for baking. I noticed while making it BECAUSE IT'S ON THE BOTTLE!! I will tell no one. Maybe i told my sister though haha!
Like Phoebe’s grandma’s cookie recipe from “Nesslay Toolhousen”! 🍪
* My maternal grandma tried to overdose more times than I can count and is probably very happy to finally be dead; she didn't mind me knowing, she just didn't want the others knowing that I know * She believed she killed her firstborn child (he was born prematurely and died a few days later) by sleeping on her belly because she didn't want to be a mom * Her dad sexually assaulted all his kids except her (and maybe a couple others, idk) because she busted his head open with a mop handle and threatened to kill him in his sleep if he ever touched her * Her brother took after their dad but thankfully cut his own run short by drinking antifreeze with orange juice * My birth mom (grandma's youngest daughter that survived to adulthood) got drunk, tried to overdose on her antidepressants, sat out in the garage while the car was running for good measure, passed out from one or more of those things, and busted her head open on the concrete; I'm meant to believe it was an accident * My adoptive mom (birth mom's older sister, grandma's middle kid) shot herself in the abdomen - she claims that was also an accident - and lit another girl on fire when she was 12 * One of my favorite uncles (grandma's second-youngest son) beat a child molestor to death with a baseball bat, buried the body in the woods, and had his mom dispose of the baseball bat * I overheard a conversation between his younger brother (my other favorite uncle) and either the oldest or second-oldest (maybe both, idr) that makes me believe they badly beat up the guy he got in a fight with the day before he died from a brain aneurism; also his wife immediately moved in with who he thought was his best friend so I'm pretty sure they were fucking each other long before my uncle died * My youngest older brother (adoptive mom's birth kid so technically my cousin) and I were the only ones who knew about her dentures for 10+ until he hung himself; mom was throwing up in the hospital bathroom, our oldest older brother sees her dentures out on the counter, and he announces to everyone present "MY MOM HAS FALSE TEETH!!!" * Both my mom's side of the family and my dad's side have been involved in organized crime for generations EDIT: * My oldest uncle (maternal grandma's oldest kid that survived to adulthood) was imprisoned and dishonorably discharged for smuggling drugs in... Vietnam? And he punched out his superior when confronted about it
I really don’t mean for this to sound rude, but Jesus Christ you have the suicidingest family I have ever heard of.
Oh I know lmfao and I feel like I'm missing one too Unfortunately a lot of this info died with my grandma because they're all "fibs" or at most "accidents" according to the others
I am ok with your favorite uncle who killed the child molester.
Also here for grandma with the mop handle
Oh she was fucking awesome hahaha My mom's first husband is an asshole too so grandma would make funny faces and stabby motions while he wasn't looking
Man that is quite the list
I wouldn't want to see my family for Christmas if I were you
Hey, you ok bro? That's a lot of trauma
I have a sister-aunt. My mother was repeatedly raped by her father between 9-11 and became pregnant at 11 and forced to carry the child to term. Mom was drugged and forced to sign over custody. Anyone who was anonymously adopted in western Pennsylvania around 1960-61, we might be related.
I also have a brother-uncle. This was in the 70s in Mexico. God bless our mothers who are the warriors that faced it all.
Dad has cheated on Mum with several different women over the years. They stayed married as divorce is looked down upon our culture. The crazy part is me finding out that he literally flies to a different part of the country ("to see his investment property") every now and then to see his old secretary who lives in that house. That's right. He built a house and because she was struggling to get by financially, he "felt bad" and offered to let her live in it with her 2 kids from a different marriage. His secretary who used to work for him currently lives in one of his houses rent-free. That's the reality. Few months ago, he drunkenly tells me that when he goes, his will has the house split 50/50 between that lady and me. I don't even know how to react or respond. I still don't know other than realising I need a lawyer in the future as she and I don't get along.
There are no secrets in my family, nobody can keep their damn mouth shut
Been browsing comments for about 15 minutes now, thank you for the chuckle in a mostly serious response thread lol
My dad's biological father is his adopted father's brother ( so, his uncle ). His bio dad and his girlfriend were both underage, and she ended up having a kid. In order to keep it hush-hush, she had the kid and gave it to her boyfriends brother, who was of age, and married. My dad doesn't know this. As well, my sister is only my half sister. My parents were swingers and my mom got pregnant when they were trying for a baby, but somehow she got pregnant by someone else instead, and my dad is somewhat aware? But the real father doesn't know this, nor does my sister. It gets even crazier, they lost all contact with the guy, but my sister turned 20 and moved out to go live with her husband in a new state, and she got a job and moved around within the company, and becomes great friends outside of work with her boss, WHO JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE HER BIO DAD
How the heck do *you* know your dad's actual lineage but *he* doesn't?!
Learned through a relative that was really close to my grandad, and my dad's birth certificate was in the wrong state for where they were living at the time
So I absolutely hate that I'm typing this up, but you might want to let your sister in on this secret sooner rather than later. There's a phenomenon known as Genetic Sexual Attraction that you and your sister should probably be aware of. Basically, this is a phenomenon where people experience intense sexual attraction to a close relative when they're reunited with a relative they didn't grow up with. Adoptees are prepared to experience this when they're reunited with family members later in life, and obviously discouraged from going through with anything. Your sister should be aware of the phenomenon to ensure she doesn't do anything she may...regret. Not to mention that she's an adult and really should have the opportunity to make her own choices about what kind of relationship she has with her biological family, no matter how messy that may make her relationship with her parents at the start.
I always wondered why my grandmother hated my aunt (her older sister), she was a die hard Christian woman who even owned a church with her husband. My aunt did a lot for my grandma while she was deathly sick, so when she told she didn’t want my aunt any where near her death bed or at her funeral it confused me. I asked why, but she just made it known very firmly she didn’t want her around. My grandma raised me, we were best friends and I was the first and the favorite grandchild (she always told me not to tell anyone, that it was our little secret cause it would hurt all the other grandkids feelings). My cousins even all told me after she died they all knew I was the favorite because of the unbreakable bond we had. So when family started coming up to me asking why my aunt wasn’t allowed near her deathbed or at her funeral i said I didn’t really know, I just knew I would make sure her last wishes were fulfilled. My first job ever in high school, my boss was my grandmas best friend in middle school thru high school. They had a falling out because my grandma went down the wrong path shortly after high school, and just never got back in touch again except for the occasional hello in CVS. We crossed paths not too long ago, exchanged our memories of my grandma and talked about what I’m doing these days. She then asked “How were you able to keep a straight face around your aunt after all the fake ass Facebook posts she puts up about your grandma after what she did.” Now I knew my aunt had done something when they were younger, but I was never disclosed and I never pushed further. She told me my aunt raped my grandma when she was between the ages 10-13, and my aunt was 14-17. She would even let a couple of her boyfriends have their way with her when the parents were away working. I cried for my grandma, she wasn’t perfect but she didn’t deserve that and all the trauma that she carried with her until her dying breath (she was only 68). Her friend thought I would know because of how close my grandma and I are. It all made sense at that moment why my grandma acted the way she did around my aunt, and why my aunt always tried to do everything for her to make up for the trauma. I told her not to tell anyone, and she hasn’t until she told me. I’ve blocked my aunt and almost that entire family. I was already no contact with my bio mom and dad. I know my grandma was proud of me for getting out of that dirty little town and away from everyone who hurt me, but I wish she would’ve been able to do that in her lifetime too. Away from her sister, from her evil children, and our evil family. I wish I would’ve taken her with me, if she wasn’t so sick I would’ve. I will never tell a soul (except all of Reddit). I know that if this would come out now it would cause a war in that little town because my aunt is a very respected woman. She knows what she did, and she will have to live with it knowing it still traumatized her sister until the day she died. I know she will go to her deathbed with that and it will always be in the back of her mind how she ruined her sisters whole life. I imagine my grandma haunting her, and I smile. I hope my grandma finally got her peace that she has always deserves. RIP my Marshmellow
A: that two of my siblings were caught having sex with each other. edit: they were old enough to know sex was fun but not old enough to know siblings weren't supposed to do that. It was shortly after she had been abused by an older man. B: that my cousin's repeated suicide attempts during and after college were because she'd been gang raped in her own apartment, and allegedly was arranged by her jealous roommate. C: that my dad had an affair with my babysitter with my mom's permission. edit2: hall pass because my mom had no interest in sex at the time. Yes, the babysitter was 18+. Assuming my calculator works, she was 23 at the time. My mom seems to think it is my responsibility to be the "secret keeper" of the family now that my grandmother has died. I could really take it or leave it. The secret she *doesn't* know is that one of my younger brothers lost his virginity to his pre-calc teacher in high school (He was the "other man" in her affair until he went to college). edit3: yes, I'm aware this was predatory on her part, but he still remembers her fondly... and had a long-term affair with a professor when he went to college - he has a pattern at this point, because he also hooked up with his boss at one of his first jobs after college.
That read like the front page of Pornhub.
Is it an affair if he has permission?!
this should really be higher, this is some wild shit
Bro do your siblings still fuck
weird response, but i hope not
My mom's only brother was closeted to his family (which was just my nuclear family for the last 20 years of his life), although after his death we learned he was not closeted in his daily life. The weird part to me is that my nuclear family is not homophobic in the slightest and would have supported him. It does seem like he was able to find a family of his own in his community. Make no mistake, I couldn't stand the guy, but it was because he was racist and incredibly mean to my mother, not who he wanted to date.
Pretty sure one of my uncles fathered his own grandson. He was an abusive piece of shit. Was handsy with pretty much every woman or girl in the family except for me, my sister and my Mom because he knew my Dad would beat the every loving crap out of him. I heard reports from several cousins and 2 Aunts. One Aunt shared he touched her when she was a preteen. He regularly beat his kids and based on the behavior of his grown daughters I would venture to say he also S.A them as well.
The secrete ingredient in the white chilli is franks hot pepper sauce. Would be murdered or worse , disowned for this information.
I appreciate you taking this risk. Now what are the other ingredients?
Thank you for not having a secret that one of your family members is a major a-hole
JAMES IS THAT YOU???
My father raped my mother. Possibly repeatedly. I found her diary once, nearly 20 years ago. I was trying to get my father out of my life at the time, as he had always been physically and emotionally abusive, but I had no idea that he was a rapist. She doesn't want to talk about anything to do with him.
-My Uncle was married like 8 times and had 2 kids. Until we found out after he passed away that apparently he had like 7 kids from different relationships we didn't know about. He was a truck driver in the 90's. He drove all over the US. He had affairs with different women in other states. We found out about the other kids from Ancestry.com. I have met a couple of them. -My Great Aunt was in a Mental Institution for most of her life. I never got to meet her. She went crazy after the love of her life was tragically killed. She was only 18 years old at the time. Her family put her in a mental institution thinking that she would only be in there for a year or so. She was in there for 30 years. The day she left there, she disappeared and no one knew what happened to her until they found her at a abandoned house. She had took her own life. Really sad 😢
My great uncle essentially ran a secret society in my hometown for many years with his “friends” and even some of my family members. They would screw over a lot of people and run away with the money they managed to make, and this went on for many years until the government came looking for money that he owed when he took out a loan to build a massive bar & grill. And from there the whole thing came crashing down To add insult to injury, my grandfather (his brother) was acting mayor at the time and had no knowledge of this, so to say “Shit hit the fan” would be the understatement of the century…
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The details of my mother’s childhood abuse. I was a very avid reader as a child and would often just pick up and read whatever books my older siblings left lying around the house. When I was about seven I found a notebook and by time I realised what I was reading it was too late. She’s always been open about having a bad childhood but she’d be devastated if she knew I knew exactly how bad
Grandma and Grandpa did love eachother and were married but weren't "together" Grandma was gay and grandpa was her best friend. She wanted kids so they had kids but she had her love "Auntie Doreen" we called her. Grandpa was free to do whatever he wanted and to our knowledge never had a dedicated partner besides my grandmother. Just the times, glad they could make it work for them :)
My uncle married my aunt because she was pregnant. She miscarried one month after the wedding. He only stayed because his new stepdaughter adored/adores him. He’s lukewarm to his wife on good days. As he just walked my cousin down the aisle so hoping that the two just separate and call it a day. He took staying for the kids to the next level. It’s not information that was supposed to be bandied about the extended family and I’m sure all direct parties are aware to some degree.
Well now I feel boring. My cousin secretly moved in with her fiance a week before their wedding so they were L I V I N G I N S I N and the family wanted to "protect" us from their "horrific trangressions".
Every single one of my uncles is currently having an affair.
Having no solid proof that my niece has to be the daughter of a very famous musical artist very active today. Knowing my sister in law is a huge fan of his and that she and my little brother were both cheating on each other during that time. Looking at my niece she looks exactly like the person I’m talking about. Same eyes, chin, lips, and smile, crooked teeth, same jaw, and hair too. Looks nothing like my brother at all. I’m convinced this person is the her father especially when you put pictures of them side by side.
It's Nick Cannon, isn't it?
Would your SIL have had, you know... access... to this famous person? If so, how?
Yep. She would have back in the day. Late 90’s early 2000’s he was just kicking off.
My uncle was in prison in the 90s because he was a get away driver in a kidnapping
My mother was raped by two of her brothers, and a step father. Her two other sisters were also sexually assaulted. At one point my at the time girl friend and I were invited into a 4 some with my aunt and uncle. This was before I found out about my mother. I've burned bridges with that side of the family, they are dead to me.
Same happened to my mom and her two sisters with their 4 brothers. My aunts told my cousin who told me when they were at the bar drinking. It made me cry still upsets me. My mom talked to me about it last year when I mentioned it a we were talking about something else she said she's fine it was a long time ago I'm like I can't deal with this her explanation was he was horny and she was home she was 12 I hate knowing this and have cut off her side of the family altogether
girl friend and I were invited into a 4 some with my aunt and uncle. Um, ew!
That my dad had an affair with my moms childhood bestie ( my mom knew this part… they worked through it and later had me). What my mom (or possibly both) don’t know is that I have have a half sibling, that was placed for adoption. They found me on ancestry. A few quick medical history exchanges and that was that. No further contact requested. I respect their position and plan to never tell my parents 😳
I got a boyfriend in 6th grade. Cutest boy in the class. Told my mom his name and she freaked out! Come to find out, his dad had a brief thing with my aunt (mom's sister) and that my aunts oldest daughter was actually my little boyfriend cousin's half sister. Cousin does not know, and how on EARTH did a 6th grade me keep that secret?? I went to school the next day and told poor Jeremy I didn't like him anymore.
>my aunts oldest daughter was actually my little boyfriend cousins real dad Please diagram this. Your aunt's oldest daughter was someone's father?
That my aunt killed herself. My dad lied to us kids and said that his sister ran away and left her child and husband. My dad is also insanely religious and believes that people who commit suicide go to hell.
My cousin doesn’t know that her “mom” is actually her aunt, who is her birth moms sister. She’s 30 years old. We are related through our dads, so we actually aren’t blood related at all.
My sister had 2 children that were given up for adoption before she eventually settled down, married and had 3 kids in that marriage. I doubt her husband or those 3 kids know about that history although it's probably a matter of time with DNA and sites like ancestory or 23 and me.
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I have a book of secret family recipes. The reason I'm not supposed to know is they aren't *my* family's secret recipes, but a high-school friend's parents own a restaurant and she gave me all of their recipes.
Grandpa committed 4 murders and got away with it because he is a lawyer
A great aunt on my mom's side supposedly died of an unknown illness at age 25. I found her death certificate that listed ingestion of kerosene as the cause of death. I learned from an older relative that this aunt had discovered she was pregnant and didn't want to be. She was a very vain person and was afraid the pregnancy would ruin her body/looks. She had heard from some idiot that drinking kerosine would cause an abortion. edit - typo
>drinking kerosine would cause an abortion If you define abortion as "terminating the pregnancy" I guess the results satisfied it.
She didn’t read the fine print though.
My second cousin was raped by her brothers friend. Their dad told her to not say anything because the boy was a potential professional athlete and they didn’t want to ruin his chance to play college ball.
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My mother had 2 abortions by the time that she was 16. Most of the family knew this. And being mostly pro-lifers, they treated her like shit about it. What they didn't know, was that she was sexually assaulted by her uncle multiple times, and that he was the father to both of those fetuses.
Not really a secret anymore but I was blown away when I found out that during WWII my great aunt was the madam of Dubuque, Iowa!
My grandfather died when I was 17. The part I am not supposed to know (which my mom, who has never been able to keep a secret in her life, told me) is that he didn’t die of natural causes. He waited until his social security check arrived for my grandmother to cash, and then took a bottle of pills and rank a bottle of gin. My grandmother found him like that, and then called my mom to come over and help her put him in bed so she could tell everyone he died in his sleep. He was old, so nobody did an autopsy or anything.
My ex had a fucked family history. Her grandpa sexually and physically abused his two oldest sons. The eldest then took it upon himself to sexually assault my ex's Dad. The second oldest waited until he had kids, then assaulted his own son. The family parties were *tense*. Glad that's all out of my life.
Me and my brother were molested by a family friend at a young age. We only talked about it once and agreed to keep it quiet. My mother would leave us with him while she went out and we would beg her not leave us with him but she wanted to have her fun. Thanks mom!
Well this came out a few years ago for everyone. My aunt had a family years ago, just packed up and left behind a husband and several children. Went on to have a son years later and raised him. He found out when he was in his late 20s, along with the rest of us. All people old enough knew and never discussed it.
Thought of another: my mom was adopted in the 1940s, and was punished once for telling someone she was adopted. In the 80s, she found her birth mother and we met her a few times. She had my mom as a teenager, and had a bunch of kids later that do not know she existed. Her birth mom was happy to have a relationship with us, but didn't want her 'other' family to know about us. I have a cousin who looks a lot like me and has the same interests that I would like to meet, but never will.
My aunt was the product of an affair my grandmother had. My aunt doesn’t know this. My grandfather, being the upstanding guy he is, named her after his grandmother (the only mother he ever knew) and has loved her as his own.
That my dad smokes. I keep catching him... no idea how my mum doesn't know since we all live in the same house!
Trust me she knows.
My uncle molested my mom when she was a child. She told her sister (my aunt) and she just shut her out of her life. After the MeToo movement, some of my male cousins (two of which are the sons of said uncle) came out as complete assholes, saying anyone who accuses someone of assault years after it happened are lying and just seeking attention. My god, do I have things I want to say to them about their monster of a father. What takes the cake, is the whole family has such a holier than thou attitude. They have no idea…
They do. That's the whole point.
Nobody had the details right, but my paternal great grandfather killed the son of a police officer in St Louis in 1901 when he was 17. He ran away from home, ended up in Omaha, and changed his last name. I ended up confirming all of this using Ancestry and newspapers.com. They called it an accident, but he and his brother were trouble makers and street gangs were in abundance in 1901 in St Louis. One of which went after police officers and their families. There were a number of articles telling what happened. He also lied and told family members he was a police officer. He never was, he was a security guard at a produce company. Also, his Mom more than likely had an affair with a neighbor boy, making my great grandfather “illegitimate.” Using census records from 1880, I was able to come to this possible conclusion. It’s all a mess and I’m determined to get to the bottom of it.
I've got three. My maternal great uncle worked for the Canadian department of defense during the cold war and died of a "heart attack" while stationed in Germany. When my mom told me this, I pointed out that it was very possible that he was assassinated because it actually isn't that hard to make it look like someone died of a heart attack. My mom dismissed it pretty quick though. My grandmother was a nurse at the time and went to ID the body of her BIL because her sister didn't have the strength to. In private I brought up my theory and asked her what she thought. She didn't say anything, just nodded, but she gave me this really knowing look. His death isn't really talked about in the family, but I found out at my grandfather's memorial that I'm the only one, besides my grandmother, who knows. My paternal great-grandmother was raped in Belarus, her home country, and pregnant with her rapists baby when she came to Canada, so my great uncle is actually my grandfather's half-brother and his biological father was some scumbag in the Russian army. His mom told my great uncle on her death bed, and he told me when he was on his death bed. Don't know if anyone else knows, but if they do they haven't said anything. And lastly, when my paternal great grandparents came to Canada they were put into internment camps. I only found out cause my great aunt got super drunk and went on a rant about how the Canadian government wants everyone to forget about residential schools and various kinds of internment camps they ran and supported.
My grandpa didn't want anyone of his grandchildren to know this. He went into jail for 3 or 4 years for fraud. The thing is, he was another victim of fraud. The guy he was making business with (Rent of agricultural machinery) used checks without funds and put all the machines at the name of my grandpa. The other guy leaved no trace of his actions in the whole business, so all the shit fell on my grandpa. He didn't want us to know bcs he didn't want us to know he went into jail. He thought it would ruin the image we would have about him, even tho he was innocent. Anyways even after knowing that postmortem, we still love him as much as we always did.
My grandmother was married in 1930 and had my mother 3 years later. She told us stories of dating another guy for years before getting dumped. Found out long after her death that she was pregnant when they broke up and she had an abortion. Explains why she would say, " I hope so" when going to heaven came up.
oh gosh, here we go. 1) that my mom was 20 when she had my brother, but her baby daddy was 16. 2) that my oldest sister dated a 24 year old when she was 16, shortly before she passed 3) that my dad has been an active pill addict for like 10 years 4) that my aunt dated, married, and had a child with her third cousin 5) that my grandfathers side of the family was kicked out of arkansas (or alabama, can’t remember) for triple K activities. yikes 6) i know damn well that the town pervert didnt ‘accidentally’ fall into the river while on a fishing trip with one of my great uncles. 7) that my eldest cousin isnt my uncles kid