Ask Lemmy

My uncle has no children of his own because the woman he married cheated on him multiple times and got pregnant with multiple other men's children and he never divorced her he never walked away he just assumed and has lived his entire life accepting and expecting the women that he loves and care about to cheat on him with other men and to never give him a child.

My brother got away from the family by joining the military which gave him structure and joining the church which gave him support and encouragement and he married a pretty decent woman who unfortunately is not psychologically equipped to comprehend the machinations of a cabal of sociopathic women, so she has no idea why she doesn't like my mother or my sister and why she cannot get along with them.

So yeah, I understand what it means to grow up in a crazy family. Not a cult, not a bunch of racist although my grandmother and grandfather were so racist that since my mother had the audacity to marry outside of her race and have me, a native American brown child, they reduced it to microaggressions like my grandfather never allowed me to enter into the main floor of his house. He told my mom it was because he was afraid I would steal from him but he let my older brother and younger sister who were blonde haired and blue-eyed white kids wander around freely.

He once relayed the story about how he got invited to a KKK meeting and he thought they were a bunch of swell guys and possibly misunderstood, and him being a child who was born on millionaires row in New York in the 1930s, I looked up his address from the census at that time and the house that he grew up and doesn't exist anymore but the street that he grew up on the least expensive house available as of right now is 18 million dollars.

My mom has childhood memories of going to their house in New York and like the fucking Addams family having rooms where there were just filled with gold coins and jewelry and she would be allowed to take a piece home with her from time to time.

But, he was a greedy stingy bastard who wouldn't work to save his life. Mom has fond memories of Christmases being things like them getting cans of vegetables out of the pantry because my grandmother and my grandfather forgot to buy them Christmas gifts but they of course bought themselves Christmas gifts like mink stoles and new cars and fun vacations that they took without the kids, leaving them to fend for themselves.