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I shouldnt have been born

Really though, my family genepool is known for miscarriages. Every mother in my family has one or more, so several times growing up I would hear over and over again: "You know you wouldnt be here if I had...etc"

Always was very hush hush. And I come from an ultra conservative baby booming background.

Also my dad was previously married in college to some chick for like a month but then bounced, met my mom and since theyve been married 40 years. That shit is like raiding the Ark in my family. No ones ever mentioned it, and I dare fear (but want to so bad) to bring it up.
 
My grandmother grew up on a farm in a small town in NSW, Australia. When she was about 5, her father hung himself in the wool shed. Upon finding out what had happened, his wife -- my great grandmother -- tried to kill herself and my grandmother with poison, and was found before either of them had succumbed to the effects.

For attempting to commit suicide and murder my grandmother, my great grandmother was arrested and held overnight in the local gaol. What transpired during that time is unclear, but for one reason or another the local constabulary took pity on her and released her without charges or prejudice. I'd like to think that she show satisfactory amounts of remorse that they decided that she wasn't really a threat to herself or her daughter any longer.

These events were never spoken of until after my grandmother died, after which my father and mother took a trip to where she had grown up and began to look into the family history. We're still not sure if she ever even knew what happened, as she never spoke of her father's suicide and appeared to have a very healthy relationship with her mother, up until the time of her death, according to my mother.
 
My grandfather apparently killed a guy. I don't know the full story but it was something along the lines of some guy fighting with my grandfather's brother. My grandfather tried to help his brother, and I ended up killing the guy. I don't know what the weapon used was. After that, the family moved in order to avoid any legal action against my grandfather. This all happened in Mexico. I didn't find this out until my grandfather had passed away. Apparently he was being haunted by that memory just before passing. :(
 
My aunt had a daughter out of wedlock, and to this day no one speaks of the father, it's like he never existed. Me and my cousin are both 40ish, and I've still never learned who it was. I never asked because it seemed...weird and intrusive to do so. My aunt never married, or had other relationships that I'm aware of, so this was like her one fling. One of my uncles is a pathetic drugged out asshole, but that's hardly a secret.
 
Someone in my family got into a shootout with the police and killed one of the officers. A section of freeway here in LA is dedicated to the cop. My uncles laugh about it to this day and say he deserved it. I refuse to see that side of my family for any reason. I'm completely amazed I'm related to these people sometimes.
 
Great grandfather killed a man over moonshine...although to be fair he did say "If you come on my land again I'll shoot you"....southern families have the best stories
 
My uncle lost the millions of dollars and thousands of acres of farmland my grandfather left to the family, even including stuff held in irrevocable trusts. Hubris and stupidity is a mighty combination.
 
I told this story before, so I'll link this story again.

Basically, my mother was molested endlessly by step fathers, uncles, brothers, relatives of all kind when she was growing up. She thinks it was probably over 200 times. My grandmother always pretended she never knew, but my Mom used to be called "little wife" by many in her family because they knew my grandmother's boyfriend liked to molest my mom. But my Mom would always believe my grandmom didn't know, so she kept it inside and waited til she was an adult to tell her the extent of everything.

My mom waited until she was an adult to finally tell her mother - who has always been a awful human being who abused my mom when she was a kid in torturous ways - about the molestations. My mom has always longed for a relationship with her mom, because she has no other family - they're either monsters or don't want anything to do with her. But in particular one man, whom my grandmother was dating when my mom was 8, had the hand in the most molestations. One day when my mom was twelve she said she wouldn't have sex with him any more, she refused. And he warned her that if she stopped or said anything he would beat her brother Johnny to within an inch of his life. My mom was so terrified (because he WAS that type of abusive) that she allowed the molestation to go on for years more.

When my mom told my grandmother about it, she of course didn't believe it. But they still kept talking barely, through gritted teeth. Then one day we find out that my grandmother hunted down the man that molested my mom and started dating him again. Eventually they were getting married. My mom went to the wedding DESPITE my pleas to not go. "This is wrong. Don't do this to yourself." But my mom thinking it was her duty as a daughter went.

At the end of the night, before she left the wedding, her grandmother gave my mom a card. The card read simply "I guess we know now whose pussy he liked more."

After that confirmation that she always knew all along, we never spoke to my grandmother again.
 
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But seriously, that's cold blooded :/

WHERE IS THAT GIF FROM
 
The concept of family has nothing to do with blood.

I disagree. When a man and a woman love each other very much, they take their clothes off and go upstairs in the dark room and the man puts his blood in the woman. Then the woman had a baby that comes from the hospital. Then you are a family.
 
I told this story before, so I'll link this story again.

Basically, my mother was molested endlessly by step fathers, uncles, brothers, relatives of all kind when she was growing up. She thinks it was probably over 200 times. My grandmother always pretended she never knew, but my Mom used to be called "little wife" by many in her family because they knew my grandmother's boyfriend liked to molest my mom. But my Mom would always believe my grandmom didn't know, so she kept it inside and waited til she was an adult to tell her the extent of everything.



After that confirmation that she always knew all along, we never spoke to my grandmother again.

What a terribly fucked up thing

Just...wow...
 
I told this story before, so I'll link this story again.

Basically, my mother was molested endlessly by step fathers, uncles, brothers, relatives of all kind when she was growing up. She thinks it was probably over 200 times. My grandmother always pretended she never knew, but my Mom used to be called "little wife" by many in her family because they knew my grandmother's boyfriend liked to molest my mom. But my Mom would always believe my grandmom didn't know, so she kept it inside and waited til she was an adult to tell her the extent of everything.



After that confirmation that she always knew all along, we never spoke to my grandmother again.
What in fuck? Jesus christ.
 
That's fucked up. What an awful woman your grandmother was. There are some twisted fucks in this world.

Your mother is a brave person man. I don't think I could've handled those horrible things.

Thanks, I'll pass on the word to her. My Mom is very open about her experience being molested (when I posted that story back in the day I got permission from her) but it has left scars. She trusts no men other than my Father (he has always treated how right, it's amazing she ended up with a man who never mistreated her considering where she came from) and she was incredibly neurotic about our safety growing up.

She never let us sleep over a house that had a man there, for example.

Edit: Sometimes we'd be driving in a car together and she'd suddenly start yelling "CHRIS? CHRIS, WHERE ARE YOU!? IS CHRIS HERE!" as if I was left behind at the store or something.
 
I told this story before, so I'll link this story again.

Basically, my mother was molested endlessly by step fathers, uncles, brothers, relatives of all kind when she was growing up. She thinks it was probably over 200 times. My grandmother always pretended she never knew, but my Mom used to be called "little wife" by many in her family because they knew my grandmother's boyfriend liked to molest my mom. But my Mom would always believe my grandmom didn't know, so she kept it inside and waited til she was an adult to tell her the extent of everything.



After that confirmation that she always knew all along, we never spoke to my grandmother again.

Wow. That's terrible. Your mother sounds like an incredibly strong person. No one should have to go through that.
 
My great-great-great-great-grandfather was working on someone's farm. He turned on them, killing the father and son. He was jailed but broken out. Their family claimed his broke him out and he fled to Ohio. His claims theirs broke him out and hanged him. No one knows.
 
No dirty secrets really, but some unknown facts such as...

Wife's family are blood descendants of prominent Americana family
Many today, including myself are master masons

You lucky duck.
Freemasonry is a really interesting topic to me, and I wish I could learn directly about it and such.

Sadly, I got nothing to share. I know that there are some secrets to my family, especially from a separate branch of my mother's side, but I never get answers when I ask.
 
My dad was abandoned by his millionaire family for having a child (me) with an Irish traveler.

I am technically an Irish traveler and spent my first 5 years of life living with the traveler community.

Best story.

Apparently my family in the 1800s bought a slave to have as a house servant. We found the actual sale receipt a couple years ago. No one in my current family knew about it until we found the document. It weighs extremely heavy on the conscience of all our family members. I hate, hate, hate that we took part in the most deplorable act humanity has ever engaged in. I can't erase it as it is what it is.

How much did the slave cost? I have read that slaves were actually quite expensive. Is there any information about him besides the receipt?

I would tell all these tales at a party, so they're more stories than secrets.

My grandmother had a quick marriage just after graduating high school. Nobody in the family knew this until my aunt was going through papers after Grandma was put in a home.

My grandfather was racist. I never saw this on display, ever, but Grandma revealed it in dementia. She also told us on a recent visit the story of spending the night in jail after being busted at a party.

My father's 2nd wife was from an incredibly wealthy family. They divorced after a couple-three years and my father walked away with nothing. He could have set himself and his family after for generations and her family wouldn't have missed the money at all. He now acknowledges this was a mistake.

My grandfather-in-law killed himself with a pistol. My mother-in-law gave me a couple of his long guns, but not that one. She was a secret racist, too, but that side of her only revealed itself to us when Obama got elected.

My mother and stepfather were hippie drug dealers back in those days.
 
I can trace my lineage back to about 1450s in England and then it gets a little hard cause I don't have access to records. I'm also like 80% sure that my family on that side is descendants of the Comyn Scottish clan(the family framed for Robert the Bruce's betrayal of William Wallace). And that would make me a descendant of Donald the 1st, a king of Scotland. Son of the first king of Scotland MacAlpin.


So yea I guess I'm related to the queen of England. If it were crusader kings 2 I would so overtake the royalty.

Anyways my family that came from England in like 1650?(I think) and has always been a prominent family until my grandfather. I have ancestors who fought in the American revolution, civil war(northern side from Massachusetts) and am very proud they fought on the correct sides of those wars.



However I feel like I'm not as successful as my ancestors :/
 
My great uncle was a prisoner of war in the Bataan death march. He survived by breaking his leg for an extra bowl of rice to eat. There's even an article on the internet describing his survival. Other than that I am related to the McCoys. I've been told numerou times that we are somehow related to the Kings of England. I wouldn't know where to start understanding that.

There are some very heart breaking secrets here.
 
After that confirmation that she always knew all along, we never spoke to my grandmother again.

That was infuriating to read, there must be a special circle in hell reserved for parents like that.

Your mother is a very strong person, it's amazing she didn't end up psychologically broken.
 
Not really a secret, but I always thought it was pretty cool that I have 100% Dutch heritage, especially since it has been many generations since my ancestors came to the US.
 
The booze is strong in my family. I can link it directly to at least 3 early deaths of aunts and uncles who didn't make it passed their 50s.
 
I'll post the most recent one. One of my uncles from my father's side died in the Arizona frontier about 2-3 years ago. He was on a paid expedition to come into the US illegaly from the DR. I don't know how he died, but I do know that the one who paid for his trip was my uncle who's the youngest sibling. I know some of the blood is on his hands as it's a guilt he'll take to the grave with him assuming my grandparents don't know. He tried to come to the US in the past but got caught and was deported. I only shed a single tear for him when my older bro told me since I was estranged from because of the distance. He was a victim of blind ambition.

A less darker one: my father probably has way more children with women he's messed around with in the DR than the ones my family knows of. I don't care since I don't live with him. My uncle probably has a bunch more that are in obscurity as well. They never learned to wear condoms.

Lastly, my uncle (read: adopted brother; long story) from my mother's side as well as her cousin broke into our apartment (apparently, my mother gave him the keys to the apartment) along with one of his thug cronies when I was a kid. They stole a Sega Genesis, a few games including Ranger X and Home Alone, as well as a few gold necklaces. We found the door to our apartment ajar when we got home. My mother instantly ordered to have the locks changed.

Did I also mention that said uncle was also a drug dealing gang banger? Apparently one day, my oldest brother as a kid saw that his closet that he kept under lock and key was ajar one day and looked inside only to be spooked by an Uzi that fell out. He put it back and ran out his room in fear.

Any way from the day on, my brothers and I learned not to ever speak to them ever again. Saw my thieving uncle for the first time in years since my grandmother's death about 4 years ago and was a father to his own kids. The mood was frigid and distant; a sense of distrust lingered. My brothers and I were watching him closely; old wounds didn't heal.
 
I guess the only real 'secret' is my heroin addiction.
The entire family knows about it, yet no one has ever said a word about it to me.
 
This is a shitty secret, but I recently learned that my aunt is Kevin Bacon's cousin.

2 degrees of separation?

I've been told numerou times that we are somehow related to the Kings of England. I wouldn't know where to start understanding that.

Pretty much every person of any English heritage is descended from royalty. Until modern times, it was common for kings had over a dozen bastard children. Many of these children would be womanizers as well, and those who weren't would still usually have their own families and create even more descendants of kings.

It's possible that the only ethnically English people with no royal heritage could live in the US or Canada, because their ancestors emigrated before any of them had married the descendant of a king. Nowadays I doubt any Brits are not royal at all.
 
Idt im of an age where i can risk saying that soo
*post reserved for that day*
Edit: and yeah, its probably worth sharing. Ill just link a video that explained it in awhile :/
 
I told this story before, so I'll link this story again.

Basically, my mother was molested endlessly by step fathers, uncles, brothers, relatives of all kind when she was growing up. She thinks it was probably over 200 times. My grandmother always pretended she never knew, but my Mom used to be called "little wife" by many in her family because they knew my grandmother's boyfriend liked to molest my mom. But my Mom would always believe my grandmom didn't know, so she kept it inside and waited til she was an adult to tell her the extent of everything.



After that confirmation that she always knew all along, we never spoke to my grandmother again.


What. The. Fuck.
 
I told this story before, so I'll link this story again.

Basically, my mother was molested endlessly by step fathers, uncles, brothers, relatives of all kind when she was growing up. She thinks it was probably over 200 times. My grandmother always pretended she never knew, but my Mom used to be called "little wife" by many in her family because they knew my grandmother's boyfriend liked to molest my mom. But my Mom would always believe my grandmom didn't know, so she kept it inside and waited til she was an adult to tell her the extent of everything.



After that confirmation that she always knew all along, we never spoke to my grandmother again.

What the fuck
 
My family was ridiculously sheltered. Both my mother and father had grown up believing humanity was out to hurt them or something, so they always labeled anyone who wasn't family to be dangerous. They have no clue what a working day is and have never even considered working in their 50+ years. Their family was considerably rich and owned properties and businesses, in which my family inherited and stood safe behind the wonders of telephones and sending others to communicate with the people who work keeping the businesses afloat,etc,etc.

These days my mother has found ways to grow out of that weird behavior and just start living life.. given she had recently found the joys of casino gambling. My father is still awkward when it comes to certain things, but at least he made friends with the neighbors.
 
After around 40 years of marriage, it seems like my mother is not in love with my father anymore; she even refuses to sleep in the same room or touched by him.

I am terribly heart-broken by this :((((
 
After around 40 years of marriage, it seems like my mother is not in love with my father anymore; she even refuses to sleep in the same room or touched by him.

I am terribly heart-broken by this :((((

Sorry Banana.

My friend's grandparents went through something similar. I find it so odd that two people after so many years just "stop loving each other".

Makes me scared since my gf and I have been together since high school.
 
Let's just say I have fucked up family from my dad's side in Michoacan. They cut contact with most of them.

One of my uncles is a pastor.

Michoacán? Quiúbole paisano? Heh, it just so happens a cousin branch of my family is deep in the Cartels. They're on my dad's side too. My uncle still stays in contact though...
 
During the late 60's early 70's during the Mothman sightings in Point Pleasant, WV my grandmother was one of a few who claimed to receive messages from the Lanulosians.

She would get horrible migraines and red splotches on her forehead and skin, and during that time all the people that were following that craze would drive out to a rural road and watch the supposed UFOs flying overhead and landing at a gentleman's house who often claimed to go onto their ships.

My extended family was also heavy involved with NCIAP before they dissolved in the 1970's and even claim to have been 'chased' by UFOs while driving to their facility.

Also, my mother and uncle have stark recollection of the house being visited by Indrid Cold. When we went to see the Mothman Movie, my mother jumped out of her seat when they mentioned the name and continued to freak out for a good fifteen minutes.
 
I told this story before, so I'll link this story again.

Basically, my mother was molested endlessly by step fathers, uncles, brothers, relatives of all kind when she was growing up. She thinks it was probably over 200 times. My grandmother always pretended she never knew, but my Mom used to be called "little wife" by many in her family because they knew my grandmother's boyfriend liked to molest my mom. But my Mom would always believe my grandmom didn't know, so she kept it inside and waited til she was an adult to tell her the extent of everything.

My mom waited until she was an adult to finally tell her mother - who has always been a awful human being who abused my mom when she was a kid in torturous ways - about the molestations. My mom has always longed for a relationship with her mom, because she has no other family - they're either monsters or don't want anything to do with her. But in particular one man, whom my grandmother was dating when my mom was 8, had the hand in the most molestations. One day when my mom was twelve she said she wouldn't have sex with him any more, she refused. And he warned her that if she stopped or said anything he would beat her brother Johnny to within an inch of his life. My mom was so terrified (because he WAS that type of abusive) that she allowed the molestation to go on for years more.

When my mom told my grandmother about it, she of course didn't believe it. But they still kept talking barely, through gritted teeth. Then one day we find out that my grandmother hunted down the man that molested my mom and started dating him again. Eventually they were getting married. My mom went to the wedding DESPITE my pleas to not go. "This is wrong. Don't do this to yourself." But my mom thinking it was her duty as a daughter went.

At the end of the night, before she left the wedding, her grandmother gave my mom a card. The card read simply "I guess we know now whose pussy he liked more."

After that confirmation that she always knew all along, we never spoke to my grandmother again.
Seriously one of the most evil things I've read. Holy Shit!
 
I told this story before, so I'll link this story again.

Basically, my mother was molested endlessly by step fathers, uncles, brothers, relatives of all kind when she was growing up. She thinks it was probably over 200 times. My grandmother always pretended she never knew, but my Mom used to be called "little wife" by many in her family because they knew my grandmother's boyfriend liked to molest my mom. But my Mom would always believe my grandmom didn't know, so she kept it inside and waited til she was an adult to tell her the extent of everything.



After that confirmation that she always knew all along, we never spoke to my grandmother again.

Holy shit, i'm so sorry for your mother
 
The only thing I have is

My Uncle has 4 sons

1 has been in and out of jail so many times I've only met him once in my life. We went on a family vacation to Atlanta and I remember asking the son that's my age who's this dude.... He says my brother!?!?! What! Until that day I'd never heard of him.

Speaking of the son thats my age. Fuck him. I don't speak to him anymore after I went out of my way to go see him. I live in Pittsburgh and he lives about 4 hours away. I was in Philly for a wedding and on the way back we had planned on seeing each other since it's been so long. He was like my brother growing up. He lives in a small town that you really could get around on bike. I waited 2 hours for him and after hearing his excuses for so long me and my girl left. The world has always revolved around him and he feel like he's big shit in this small town. He has nothing.

2 of the sons have about 10 kids a piece.

I don't care for my Grandmother or many people from my mom's side. I don't really care to get into many specifics but I don't like the slick crook like shit I saw growing up.

I'm secretly married to my Fiancé and no one knows besides GAF and close friends.
 
My family is a miserable pile of dirty secrets. :\

My cousin and I recently requited and we talked about how that fucked up part of our family can be written into a book. I agreed and just ultimately saddened really.

Just for now, the immediate family is just me and my half brother. Our mother died when we were just 11 and 9. We're both illegitimate with different dads. My brother found his when he got older. Turns out he's was the last child after a string of 11 other siblings that man had fathered with 4 other women.

My mom still wasn't sure who my father was and she had 3 in mind. She was whoring much I guess. One of them was a blonde/blue eyed young guy which I have (no one in the family is blonde). Second was a married professor (golly gee really...) with a deaf daughter. I turned out to be born deaf at 2 years old. So I guess she thought the professor was definite one and one day shortly after my diagnosis, she went to him with me in tow and tried to have him validate me or something. Take a paternity test or whatever and he still outright refused. He's married and obviously this could endanger his job with the college. :\

I don't know who to hate the most. My irresponsible mother or my selfish prick of a dad. I wouldn't hunt him down after hearing that. Fuck that noise.
 
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