My aunt killed herself when I was in middle school she left behind three kids and a newborn. For years we were not allowed to bring up her name . But my little cousin is 20 now . She is definitely old enough to know how much she looks like her mom.
Ok here’s the thing; I have a LOT of weird, sad, screwed-up things on my mom’s side of the family (there’s sad Jimmy Dean song that may or may not be about my grandpa) and while we typically don’t traumadump to strangers, within the walls of our own home the rule of thumb is basically ‘if mom knows about it, it’s gonna get talked about.’ That being said, there’s a lot of my dad’s childhood that NOBODY knows about! He ended up in a knife fight after getting jumped by a group of teenagers when he was like 12. On school grounds. The school did nothing about it bc ‘he also had a knife.’ He has never told any of us this story. My mom found out from his sister. I do not think he knows I know this, my mom probably should not have told me.
My grandmother said her mother and grandparents would never talk about her father or any of our ancestors. They moved to Oregon from Massachusetts when my grandma was under the age of 5. She had no memory of anything before Oregon. And no one knows why they moved so suddenly. She said she never knew her father was still alive until he died when she was a young mother and got a phone call that he had passed and left her an inheritance (not a lot, but she said it was helpful in the lean years). Even when she had this info, her family would still deny it was true. My grandmother when to her grave not knowing what happened and I know all the research won't tell me anything about this. All of that kind of history is lost. I have done my own ancestry research, but, of course, it only gives me historical information, but not why the sudden split between my great grandparents.
On my old man's side, every once in a while someone will let it slip out that I'm just like my uncle Allen. Honestly, I loved my uncle. He passed shortly after my grandfather in 08. Real cool guy. He gave me my first $50 bill at Christmas and held a finger to his lips with a wink. After he died, people actively avoided bringing him up. It hurt. I developed this little head cannon that he was my real father, but I can't deny my ass is identical to my dad. I finally asked my father what the big secret about Uncle Allen was? Oh. My. God. Wtf. Nothing. It was nothing! He and I are extremely similar because he loved D&D and even though he could separate reality from fiction, he constantly used D&D references in normal speech because that's just what made sense to him! My poor uncle Allen rolled a 1 on luck, but to me, he rolled a Nat 20 in my heart. I hate to say it, but I would trade some pretty alarming things to get him back.
There was a family conflict after my grandfather divorced his first wife, as my great grandparents were Italian immigrants they were very Catholic. My grandfather’s oldest brother died young of a heart attack. My father and uncle never knew of the existence of their uncle who died before they were born. My grandfather told them that he was the eldest sibling . This burying of the memory of the uncle resulted in that I had cousins that grew up just 5 miles away from me. I am in contact with my cousin now, in fact I found the obituary notice about the death of her grandfather. That information was not available to them. I do think that both my grandfather and his older brother got married to avoid the draft in WWI.
One of my great uncles, apparently. I was asking about my grandad as I didn't know much about him. He was one of thirteen siblings, so naturally his siblings came up. He had two brothers, and I knew of one of them. But when I asked about the other, the room went dead silent and the subject was changed. You need to understand, my family is very boisterous. With blacker humour than a Card Against Humanity deck. So, it's either nothing and not worth discussing. Or it's something so bad not even my family can make it funny.
19:41 "and now he's off to fix something in the garage" I'd be surprised if the wife didn't use this from time to time to get him to fix something she's been asking him to do or is on the to-do list.
Can confirm, parrots will frick you up if they get scared, over excited, mad, or even if you approach them wearing something that alarms them like a new pair of glasses or a scarf. Suddenly you are scary as hell and they must defend themselves like the prey animals that they are. Source: greenwing macaw owner here. I once got a goose egg sized lump from being bitten on the arm when I dared to demand she come with me out of the hot car when the ride was over. For her-the ride was decidedly NOT over. She wanted more. My attempt to get her out before she fried was met with extreme hostility that I would DARE make her leave the car. All it took was a second and one good pinch for me to end up with a nice bulge sticking out of my arm where she bit me. Car rides meant she hit an ice cream cone from the gas station with a tiny taste of ice cream on it. She couldn’t have much because it’s not good for them. But dang if she didn’t enjoy the cone part 😂. Big time. She got her cone privileges revoked for awhile after that one 😂. Context: green wing macaws have four times the bite pressure of a pit bull dog. They can shred wood in seconds flat. Their beaks are made for breaking things.
That would be my Uncle on my dad's side. There was five kids in all all boys. So my uncle died when he was 16ish (car wrapped around a pole while driving drunk which I only found out because I got my dad drunk one night and asked about it) But the part that bothers me the most is that my grandparents have this long hallway and on one of the walls there are pictures of all the kids each year from 1 to 18.... and there's not a single picture of him just the other 4 of them. It's like they completely erased him from the family. Recently my dad show me what pictures he managed to save of my uncle and it's crazy to think about this young man that could've been apart of my life if things had done a different way that night.
The thing my family don't like to talk about isn't because of it being taboo or a big secret. They just prefer not to bring it up that much because of sad memories, I assume. I had, or perhaps say should have had one more uncle on my father's side, but he died long before I was born. I know I'm actually named after him. Because it's not talked about much, I actually don't know a whole lot of details, just that it was some kind of traffic accident that took him, and that he was somewhere in the range of a young adult when it happened. I think I may already be older now than he was when he died, since as of now I'm in my early-mid thirties. There is something that I find a little bit funny about it, though it takes some context to explain. A lot of the men on my dad's side of the family, except for my dad and myself, go by their middle names to family and friends, instead of their first names, so that's how everyone in the family refers to them too. (It's apparently _not_ some family tradition thing; they all did it for different reasons.) This includes my late uncle who I'm named after, but I'm named after his first name, not his middle name that he went by and that everyone calls him. So the thing that's funny to me is how I was told by my mother, with a straight face, that, "you were named after your uncle [name that isn't my first, middle, or last name, or similar to any of them at all]," which left me with a very 'wait what?' reaction at the time.
Story 12: your sister doesn’t want anything to do with you because you keep going back to your shared abuser and your toxic family. You are therefore not someone she can trust to not give her whereabouts away since you are too much a coward to cut the cord.
I recently learned that there’s a chance my husband’s uncle could have been a serial killer. There’s little things. While he is a nice guy, it wouldn’t surprise me if it was true.
Politics my dads side is conservative but my dad himself is liberal, it would be a shit show. Before anyone asks i don't care for either side, they both only want whats in my pockets anyways
My aunt killed herself when I was in middle school she left behind three kids and a newborn. For years we were not allowed to bring up her name . But my little cousin is 20 now . She is definitely old enough to know how much she looks like her mom.
Ok here’s the thing; I have a LOT of weird, sad, screwed-up things on my mom’s side of the family (there’s sad Jimmy Dean song that may or may not be about my grandpa) and while we typically don’t traumadump to strangers, within the walls of our own home the rule of thumb is basically ‘if mom knows about it, it’s gonna get talked about.’
That being said, there’s a lot of my dad’s childhood that NOBODY knows about! He ended up in a knife fight after getting jumped by a group of teenagers when he was like 12. On school grounds. The school did nothing about it bc ‘he also had a knife.’ He has never told any of us this story. My mom found out from his sister. I do not think he knows I know this, my mom probably should not have told me.
"Dig my dude. Dig."
My grandmother said her mother and grandparents would never talk about her father or any of our ancestors. They moved to Oregon from Massachusetts when my grandma was under the age of 5. She had no memory of anything before Oregon. And no one knows why they moved so suddenly. She said she never knew her father was still alive until he died when she was a young mother and got a phone call that he had passed and left her an inheritance (not a lot, but she said it was helpful in the lean years). Even when she had this info, her family would still deny it was true. My grandmother when to her grave not knowing what happened and I know all the research won't tell me anything about this. All of that kind of history is lost. I have done my own ancestry research, but, of course, it only gives me historical information, but not why the sudden split between my great grandparents.
On my old man's side, every once in a while someone will let it slip out that I'm just like my uncle Allen. Honestly, I loved my uncle. He passed shortly after my grandfather in 08. Real cool guy. He gave me my first $50 bill at Christmas and held a finger to his lips with a wink. After he died, people actively avoided bringing him up. It hurt. I developed this little head cannon that he was my real father, but I can't deny my ass is identical to my dad.
I finally asked my father what the big secret about Uncle Allen was?
Oh. My. God. Wtf. Nothing. It was nothing! He and I are extremely similar because he loved D&D and even though he could separate reality from fiction, he constantly used D&D references in normal speech because that's just what made sense to him! My poor uncle Allen rolled a 1 on luck, but to me, he rolled a Nat 20 in my heart. I hate to say it, but I would trade some pretty alarming things to get him back.
There was a family conflict after my grandfather divorced his first wife, as my great grandparents were Italian immigrants they were very Catholic. My grandfather’s oldest brother died young of a heart attack. My father and uncle never knew of the existence of their uncle who died before they were born. My grandfather told them that he was the eldest sibling . This burying of the memory of the uncle resulted in that I had cousins that grew up just 5 miles away from me.
I am in contact with my cousin now, in fact I found the obituary notice about the death of her grandfather. That information was not available to them.
I do think that both my grandfather and his older brother got married to avoid the draft in WWI.
We don't talk about Bruno...
He told me I'd grow a gut!
And just like he said...
Oh no no...
🤣🤣🤣🤣
He said that all my hair would disappear
now look at my HeAd
Haha
One of my great uncles, apparently. I was asking about my grandad as I didn't know much about him. He was one of thirteen siblings, so naturally his siblings came up. He had two brothers, and I knew of one of them. But when I asked about the other, the room went dead silent and the subject was changed.
You need to understand, my family is very boisterous. With blacker humour than a Card Against Humanity deck. So, it's either nothing and not worth discussing. Or it's something so bad not even my family can make it funny.
19:41 "and now he's off to fix something in the garage" I'd be surprised if the wife didn't use this from time to time to get him to fix something she's been asking him to do or is on the to-do list.
My grandparents got married in 1975, my aunt was born in 1976, but she isn't my grandpa's daughter
Can confirm, parrots will frick you up if they get scared, over excited, mad, or even if you approach them wearing something that alarms them like a new pair of glasses or a scarf. Suddenly you are scary as hell and they must defend themselves like the prey animals that they are. Source: greenwing macaw owner here. I once got a goose egg sized lump from being bitten on the arm when I dared to demand she come with me out of the hot car when the ride was over. For her-the ride was decidedly NOT over. She wanted more. My attempt to get her out before she fried was met with extreme hostility that I would DARE make her leave the car. All it took was a second and one good pinch for me to end up with a nice bulge sticking out of my arm where she bit me. Car rides meant she hit an ice cream cone from the gas station with a tiny taste of ice cream on it. She couldn’t have much because it’s not good for them. But dang if she didn’t enjoy the cone part 😂. Big time. She got her cone privileges revoked for awhile after that one 😂. Context: green wing macaws have four times the bite pressure of a pit bull dog. They can shred wood in seconds flat. Their beaks are made for breaking things.
That would be my Uncle on my dad's side. There was five kids in all all boys. So my uncle died when he was 16ish (car wrapped around a pole while driving drunk which I only found out because I got my dad drunk one night and asked about it) But the part that bothers me the most is that my grandparents have this long hallway and on one of the walls there are pictures of all the kids each year from 1 to 18.... and there's not a single picture of him just the other 4 of them. It's like they completely erased him from the family. Recently my dad show me what pictures he managed to save of my uncle and it's crazy to think about this young man that could've been apart of my life if things had done a different way that night.
Who ate all the cookies in the cookie jar
It was meeee!
And me.
It was us.
Not me. The Family Circus.
The thing my family don't like to talk about isn't because of it being taboo or a big secret. They just prefer not to bring it up that much because of sad memories, I assume.
I had, or perhaps say should have had one more uncle on my father's side, but he died long before I was born. I know I'm actually named after him. Because it's not talked about much, I actually don't know a whole lot of details, just that it was some kind of traffic accident that took him, and that he was somewhere in the range of a young adult when it happened. I think I may already be older now than he was when he died, since as of now I'm in my early-mid thirties.
There is something that I find a little bit funny about it, though it takes some context to explain. A lot of the men on my dad's side of the family, except for my dad and myself, go by their middle names to family and friends, instead of their first names, so that's how everyone in the family refers to them too. (It's apparently _not_ some family tradition thing; they all did it for different reasons.) This includes my late uncle who I'm named after, but I'm named after his first name, not his middle name that he went by and that everyone calls him. So the thing that's funny to me is how I was told by my mother, with a straight face, that, "you were named after your uncle [name that isn't my first, middle, or last name, or similar to any of them at all]," which left me with a very 'wait what?' reaction at the time.
Story 12. You can talk about it with a therapist. You cannot count on the person who intentionally hurt you to also heal you.
Bruno
Any of it. That’s why I relate to heavy metal.
Story 12: your sister doesn’t want anything to do with you because you keep going back to your shared abuser and your toxic family. You are therefore not someone she can trust to not give her whereabouts away since you are too much a coward to cut the cord.
Our Native American ancestry on my moms side. My grandma refused to talk about it whenever it was brought up.
I recently learned that there’s a chance my husband’s uncle could have been a serial killer. There’s little things. While he is a nice guy, it wouldn’t surprise me if it was true.
Wait… I think I know that mustard story, Reddit extended universe
"Well, I did wear a dress for a period in the 40s. Oh they had designers then!"
9:27 two guys decided to not have relationships. Just live their best lives without women. Without drama
You-ha. They be gaying
Buno for 500
Fight club.
I can't look at that disgusting white liquid, that too many people eat it. Even writing milk makes me sick.
Helps to make delicious food though.
I reckon we drink it or, technically, use it as moisturizer for the ever dry cereal.
🎵 I need some milk 🎵
🎶 MY CEREAL IS DRY 🎶
People have different parenting styles and the truth is kids over react when they do not instantly get they way.
Politics my dads side is conservative but my dad himself is liberal, it would be a shit show.
Before anyone asks i don't care for either side, they both only want whats in my pockets anyways
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That is some crazy good traversal going on