"My dad is an alcoholic and my mom told him to leave the house for awhile while I was away at college. I make a surprise trip home to find out that he is living in a Motel 6, go to see him and he's hammered.
He goes out and buys a six-pack and tells me to share them with him. He goes on to tell me about how much he loves my mom, which transitions into him telling me that my mom's dad had multiple friends who violated my mom multiple times which led her to get multiple abortions. She was so traumatized by it that when she got pregnant with me, she goes to my dad, breaks down crying and says she has an abortion scheduled because she thought my dad would leave her because she was pregnant, which led to her telling him the story of her past.
This explains why my grandfather is pretty much never around, and why my grandma and mom never talk about him and avoid him.
My mom has absolutely no idea that I know this story either, but I have never really been able to look at my grandpa or my mom the same way since then."
"My grandmother must have preferred first-person shooter games just like her grandson since it only took a headshot to kill my biological grandfather. My grandmother claimed that she shot him in self-defense, but the evidence may have suggested otherwise, at least based on the story I was told.
During the trial, her lawyer guaranteed that she would get off scot-free as long as she did one thing. Apparently, it was a known fact to a handful of lawyers that the judge presiding over my grandmother's trial had an affinity for women of the night. The lawyer told my grandmother that the judge was known to make decisions in favor of some clients whenever he was gifted a certain blonde call girl in particular. My grandmother followed her counsel's advice and after the judge was 'satisfied' she walked out of the courthouse a free woman.
I am one of a select few in our family who has any knowledge of the entire event that took place. I only found out about the whole thing due to one of my great grandmothers' drunken rants where she went on about having to 'buy that judge the sleaziest blonde call girl' that she could afford, and I was able to pry the rest of the information out of her at that point."
"My mother was an alcoholic, and one of her binge stages was blurting out secrets. When I was 13, she drunkenly confessed to me that:
My father hated children.
My father resented and hated me.
My mother tried VERY hard to get him to like me and failed.
Those I suspected. Having verbal confirmation by the woman who tried to lie about it all these years was still a little disheartening at 13, but there was more.
My mother was married for 9 years, thinking she'd turn my dad around as she wanted kids so bad, so she stopped taking birth control. When she told my dad she was pregnant, he walked away from her and was missing for 3 days. When he returned, he said that England had just legalized abortions, so they could fly there and fix her mistake. She refused. This nearly killed their love life for the rest of their marriage (about 19 years).
She had me, but I was a HUGE rift in their relationship.
She confessed and begged for my forgiveness saying that she meant well, wanted kids, but shouldn't have done what she did. She really thought my dad would 'turn around' and love me. But he didn't. He kind of resorted to his old habits of bullying his little brother, whom he also hated, by bullying me. Tormenting me was a great sense of joy to him. Her confession was soaked with regret and guilt, apologizing to me, and to my dad (who was not present for this, but it explained why he said I should've never been born and I was ruining his marriage).
My mother eventually took her own life when I was 18 years old, and I was homeless for a little while when I graduated high school. My dad and I do not speak, and the last time I saw him was in 1998.
My mother also got pregnant with a girl when I was eight years old but was forced to give her up for adoption - I ended up finding her in 2000, and we stay very close, trying to catch up."
"My grandfather's brother murdered my grandmother's best friend by stabbing her to death and tried to burn down the house they had together with their children inside of it. He was declared as insane and was placed in a home. He's still alive today and out of the asylum, but before I was 18 I had no idea he had ever existed. My grandfather never talks about him and I was told to never ever bring it up around him for fear of upsetting him severely. And that's how I learned schizophrenia runs in the family."
"My great grandmother was a racist Mormon and was not afraid to voice her opinion on any of my friends that might look a little ethnic. So, she went crazy and started drinking my dad's tequila. That's when I found out she was fluent in Spanish because she was born in a polygamy compound in Mexico and had an abortion because she fooled around with some dude and didn't want to have a baby out of wedlock that wasn't white."
"My mom has 3 siblings: an older brother, older sister, and younger brother.
One day, my mom had maybe just one glass of wine too many and let it slip out that her younger brother was adopted - from within the family.
You see, her younger "brother" is actually her older brother's son. Their mom obviously knew that the older brother couldn't handle raising a child having him at only 17, so she adopted him and raised him as her own. The biological mother was actually a married woman, and after they had my uncle/cousin, I suppose they didn't learn their lesson quite yet and had ANOTHER child. My grandma didn't legally adopt him and my uncle just raised him as his own.
My uncle ended up finally cutting ties with the woman when she got pregnant yet AGAIN and she tried to convince him that this one was his too. Somehow, my uncle just knew she was lying and left her and the unborn baby."
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"I have learned in various drunk conversations that my grandmother tried to murder her father when she was 6 years old, the only reason I was conceived is that my parents were drunk and had an accident and that my younger sister was conceived by my mom cheating on my dad with her ex-husband, whom she remarried after she left my dad rather than admit to cheating on him when she got pregnant. But wait, there's more.
My great grandfather violated my great aunt so many times that she chose to never marry or have kids. My now pastor uncle used to take advantage of my aunts, and maybe (most likely) my mom, too. My dad is bisexual. My grandmother, aunts and uncles kept my grandfathers death a secret from my estranged aunt until after the probate closed on his estate so they could cut her out of her share of the estate. Grandfather on my dad's side had 5 children and died naked at the age of 23 in a seedy motel, his own father had wielded the knife that killed him, trying to stop him from cheating on his wife again.
Dad put a trenching tool through a guys shoulder. Oh, and my older brother used to assault my younger sister. All in all, we're a fairly normal family, right?"
"We drove 2 hours out to visit my wife's cousin to see her new place. We aren't even close, but my wife and I both thought that it would be nice to finally get to know this cousin outside of family gatherings.
We were expecting to see her new baby, but there was no baby. She said he was with grandma so we all could have fun. Okay, cool.
She was so happy to see us. We were surprised because we don't know her that well, but she was so sweet and happy that everything was great.
So she starts drinking, I mean, we all do, but she really starts drinking.
She reveals through the night that the child isn't just being babysat but he's actually in his grandmother's care because as it turns out this cousin is depressed, suicidal, and thought about taking her son with her, so she called the police on herself.
I'm so glad she made that call, but everyone else in our family is furious at her for being such a burden. My wife and I have worked with unstable people before, and this is a pretty sad yet common reaction to cries for help.
Now she's isolated with literally zero people around her for weeks at a time because everyone hates her for calling the police on herself. Again, nobody cared enough to tell my wife and I that this was going on.
This girl has literally no friends in the world and is all alone all day every day, she just needed the liquid courage to reach out.
The next morning, she wakes up, still plastered and tells us she's ready to die, outpatient therapy isn't working.
So we took her to the ER where she sobered up, and I helped her get herself checked in for inpatient therapy. I stayed with her in the room and helped encourage her to answer honestly, then I got in contact with her mom to let her know what was going on.
After getting her checked in we received all types of nasty messages asking about what 'that stupid girl' did now. We didn't respond. When we got home my wife's mom (who also didn't know about all of this) asked us why she had been receiving crazy emails and phone calls all day and we told her.
Turns out my wife is this girl's only Facebook friend. We both just feel so sad that this girl has had to go through this much without anyone actively trying to help her. They all just punished her for being broken.
Some people see a scared and mentally unstable girl as nothing but a problem and wants them to just disappear. I'm so sad for her, but I'm glad we decided to visit."
"I spent my high school years fervently religious, studying hard, and doing a lot of extracurriculars, but it was always my sister who was the angel of the family. If I slipped and said a swear word or missed a homework assignment or watched a PG-13 movie, she'd be there to scold me, tell my parents, or even on a few occasions tell my pastor.
Fast-forward to my very young uncle's bachelor party some ten or so years later. He gets blitzed and reveals to me all the bad stuff she did - apparently they ran in the same circles, although I never would've guessed it. While she was being the perfect child at home, at night she was sneaking out to parties, doing basically every illegal substance she could find, fooling around with random dudes in plain view of everybody else, and starting physical fights with her friends. My uncle caught her stealing from other people's purses once. Reportedly she totaled one of his friends' cars and just got out and started walking home - nobody else was involved in the accident but it's still a pretty crappy move.
Based on the above information and some other details I remember from those years, I have a strong suspicion that she had at least one abortion over the course of all this - not that I give a crap if she had one, but it certainly makes her a massive hypocrite for all the pro-life bull she spews at the slightest provocation.
She continues her act to this day, but now I know."
"My father came home one day drunk while I was in my room gaming. Barges in and says, 'I just fooled around with Rebecca.' Rebecca was his secretary and a long-time family friend. I didn't know what to do or say since I was just 15 at the time, so I kept my mouth shut. Fast forward to 3 years later my parents are getting a divorce, and right after the divorce was finalized my dad got married to Rebecca.
I don't really like her. Haven't seen both in 2 years either, he moved away after the divorce. To my knowledge, my dad is happily married to Rebecca and we still talk quite a but. But I haven't spoken to her in a long time even though she has tried reaching me a few times. I do feel quite betrayed."
"WWII in the Pacific. Australian grenades had a 3-second fuse and Japanese had a 5-second fuse. The Japanese had a tactic of hiding in trees, lighting the grenades and dropping them on passing enemy soldiers. So my grandad's team found a Japanese stash and replaced them with Australian grenades.
So next time they're on patrol or whatever, walking through the trees, all the treetops start blowing up.
Horrible. My grandad didn't identify as a veteran, he wanted nothing to do with that. He didn't march or do remembrance day ceremonies. He wasn't a soldier, he just went to war. He went to war underage, came back and worked hard and lived a normal life. He never talked to me about the war besides the war pension; he just got on with his life."
"Recently while I was at a close family friend's cottage, she informed me that my father, who I haven't seen in about four years, was at one point a millionaire dealer who smuggled substances into Mexico and Jamaica on his freaking yacht. To my understanding, he gave up all that business by the time I was born."
"When I was 17, my best friend's uncle admitted to taking naked pictures of my friend's sister while she slept. She was 15 at the time. My friend's sister was mortified. My friend was dumbstruck and their parents told him he needed to leave, NOW. I had just met his uncle that day. I haven't heard from his uncle for a while."
"When I was in high school, I was studying one night when my dad came home super drunk, which wasn't unusual because he was a heavy drinker at the time. He started telling me stories about his high school experience, such as his girlfriend getting an abortion without him knowing, and he was devastated when he found out since he thought it was all his fault. Then he just left the room immediately after saying that."
"My aunt is younger than me because she was adopted, but she has no clue - we'll call her Janie, and she is 12.
So one time my grandmother and Janie stay a week with us because they live in another state and stuff was going on. My dad's girlfriend of 6 years who lives with us is there and she is an ex-borderline-alcoholic - we'll call her Jemma. She used to drink a lot but after getting pregnant she stopped drinking and hadn't for around a year after my sister's birth. I hadn't lived with her and my dad for years because of her, but I do visit. The night I get there I go to bed early and around maybe 1 am I wake up to Janie sobbing next to me. I am very concerned of course as she is more like my little sister, so I ask her what's wrong and she asks, 'Tiana am I adopted?' inbetween sobs. It's not really my place to tell her so I told her no and asked who told her and she said it was Jemma.
After a good sprawl between Jemma and my grandma the next day the truth of the prior evening was eventually was forced out.
For the first time in almost two years Jemma doesn't just drink, she gets very drunk. She even peed in a corner of my room on the carpet. While that was gross and funny, what was not was that she was out on the porch having deep conversations with Janie. Jemma happens to slide in that Janie was adopted, which in turn freaks her out and brings on lots of crying and confusion.
Now, most of our family isn't a fan of Jemma so that's one vs one hundred. She did apologize but it's not the first time something like this has happened."
"When I was young, about nine or so, my dad sat me down after a few glasses of wine and he says to me 'Son, I'm drunk. My father told me this when he was drunk, and you'll tell your son this someday when you're drunk.'
He then proceeds to pull out some old book on true crime and flips to a chapter dedicated to this Maltese guy who murdered his wife, sister-in-law and mother before going on the run with his lover, whom he also later killed, back in the 1950s. My grandfather (who was also Maltese) had done some digging on the family tree, and found out this dude was actually his half-brother."
"My dad left us when I was 11, but we still see him every now and then. I have no animosity towards him since he was hardly around when I was younger too, kinda just got used to him not being around and just doing my own thing.
Anyway, a week before I was going to college, I had a going-away party. Later in the night, it kinda just became a party with adults and I happily excluded myself from it. But it was around 1 am when my dad came in my room wanting to talk. He was pretty freaking drunk. He pretty much confessed his love for me that's never really shown when I'm around him any other time. It was weird because he seemed REALLY sincere and even apologized about his being absent from most of my life. I didn't really know how to take that all in."
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"I likely have a long-lost cousin.
My aunt was drinking one night and joked about my 'long-lost cousin.' My uncle (aunt's brother) apparently got a girl pregnant but denied it was his. When he was summoned to take a paternity test, my dad, who looked very similar to my uncle, took the test for him. The results obviously came back negative and my uncle left his pregnant girlfriend. That uncle passed away 10 years later."
"My grandpa has had this old .38 special pistol for as long as I remember and he also just said he got it from his dad, I never thought much about it. I went one week to play cards and drink and he got way too hammered and decided to tell me the real story. His dad (my great-grandfather) was a part of a small crew for the Italian mob and that was his gun he used in bank and car jobs. Well, the cops were closing in on their crew and my great-grandfather gave the gun to my grandpa (who had just moved out) to hide. After the cops searched my great-grandfather's house and found no weapons or extra cash (he would tie his cash up under the dock at his house, he lived along a river) he was let off. My grandpa has had the gun ever since and we still go out and shoot it from time to time."
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"So my dad is a pretty cool guy but a teetotaler; he will not touch alcohol for religious reasons. Mom will occasionally imbibe, but not around him in order to keep the peace. He knows about it, he just doesn't like it.
Well, one day I was at a family friend's wedding with mom (not dad). The mother of the bride is mom's best friend and tends to bring out mom's more adventurous side.
Long story short, mom gets tipsy (which was entertaining in its own right) and I take the opportunity to pry her for information about dad.
Now, dad never talks about college much; I know that he was in a fraternity because of some playing cards branded with TKE, I know that he took a trip to Moscow in the '70s, and I know that he had a full academic scholarship from winning a math competition, but that's about it.
So mom starts gushing about how dad not only drank in college but carried a bit of notoriety for his drinking. He was famous for playing 8-ball pool and drinking anytime an opponent sank a shot. Also, there was a girlfriend on the Moscow trip that my mom was crazy jealous of for the longest time -presumably because she may or may not have taken his virginity.
The whole conversation was eye-opening.
My straight shooting, the very paradigm of integrity, über-religious father had a history of drinking, gambling, and pre-marital shenanigans.
Years later I asked him about his college drinking. He acknowledged it, but didn't say much other than, 'I wasn't the man I wanted to be back then.' When asked about what made him stop, he said it was because he made the first C of his life in his junior year.
Dad -- ever the over-achiever."
"My mom got drunk one night and told me that the man who was supposedly my father, wasn't in fact, my father.
I already knew, actually. When I was 18 my 'father' came to visit me and asked if we could take a paternity test because he had never believed I was actually his. So we did, and then he found out I wasn't his and he basically just stopped talking to me.
I didn't tell my mom I knew and he refused to talk to her. Then when I was 22, my drunken mother told me about it, and I told her I already knew.
I told her I wasn't mad at her and that I believe she probably had my best interest at heart, but I don't really believe that."
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"My brother accidentally came out of the closet to me while he was drinking at my apartment. I forget exactly what he said, but he slipped up genders when describing someone and then went red-faced and left.
He called me a few hours later and says, 'So, you probably already knew, huh?'
I had no idea, and in fact thought it was just a drunken tongue slip. I don't know why he was so worried about telling me in the first place, though. I guess it's hard to walk out of the closet you've been hiding in for more than 30 years."
"Apparently, there's a cassette tape in our family of my grandfather telling the story of his involvement with the Manhattan project. He never spoke of it until my uncle got him enough scotch that he told the story--just that one time. He was a co-pilot of a B29 super fortress in the 509th composite and was part of the team that dropped the second atomic bomb on Nagasaki. I've been told different things throughout the years and when my grandpa passed two years ago I tried to research his history. Apparently, he was on the plane that held scientific observers but it went MIA during the mission. I really want to hear this tape and finally learn the entire story, and possibly transcribe it for historical records, as every thing I've found in my research leads me to a dead end."