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Another cousin I had sex with when I was a tween (I...kinda did that a lot, with three different cousins) ended up getting arrested on rape charges after he and two neighbors raped a girl in our dead grandmother's living room. The sad thing is that up until that happened (about four years ago), there was always in the deep deep deep parts of my mind that was sort of desperate enough to try to start things up with him again. Some therapy finally cleared all of that sh!t out of my mind. To be frank, I was an incestuous whore from about ages 9 to 13. Never an abusive situation with older relatives, it was just three cousins, two who were a few months younger than me and one who was a year older than me (the shootist with bad aim).

This actually started when I was about six or seven. We had a big ol' family sleepover at my druggie older cousin's house (my first cousins on that side of the family currently range in age from about 53 down to 13...so yeah lol), and they threw all of us boys in one of the back rooms while they smoked their weed in the living room. Well, all of us were anywhere from about seven to twelve years old, and somehow, we got into doing this sex game where the winners topped and the losers bottomed. I lost, so I got paired up with my cousin (the shootist), and....yeah. We did it three times within the weeks after that, then once again years later when I was thirteen, which was a horrible experience because he obviously hated the fact that he was doing it and took it out on me while we did it. Ugh. Just...ugh.

Everybody in my big ass family has some deep, dark sh!t going on that nobody knows about or only some people know about, and sometimes it's stuff that everybody knows about. Nobody knows about my stuff except for the guys involved, and as far as I know, none of them would EVER talk about that to ANYONE, and even now, it's totally awkward when I'm around them because it truly is the pink elephant in the room for us. One grew up to be a gangbanging shooter/drug user. One grew up to be a rapist, and the other one grew up to be a armed robber. I knew how to f!ckin pick 'em.

And I should mention, I have NEVER talked this in-depth about any of this with anyone before. I saw a therapist my first year of college, and we touched on it only a little bit, but I wasn't comfortable talking about it then, so I kept talk about that to a minimum. I'm sure if I were to go now, I'd be much more willing to reflect on it because I'm just starting to realize the effect all of that has has on my life.

Oh wow- I'm so sorry you had to go through all that; that's truly awful.

I know what its like to have family members that refuse to talk about things that have happened within the family and the affect that has on you. I know its obviously not the same as what happened to you, but after my mother died, my father (for whatever reason) thought the best way to deal with this situation was to a. basically pretend it didn't happen and to essentially erase her from out lives (i.e. throwing away all of her clothes, not ever speak about her, remove all photos of her from out house) and b. marry the next person he could find so that we could have a "mother"...umm yeah not great ideas AT ALL.

Edited April 24, 201114 yr by AdelaideCate007

And I have been known to do a little evil backstabbing in my day. When I was in my early twenties, the landscape designer at the nursery I worked at used to drive me NUTS. He'd always grab my crotch all the time, aggravate me all the time. Well, he would gossip in front of the rest of the staff, telling us he had sex in the bathroom at the Flower Lawn and Garden show with the straight owner of one of the large stone suppliers in town (this guy was married with kids) SO... about a year and a half after I quit (Revenge is a dish best served cold) I wrote an anonymous letter to that man, telling him that said Landscape designer was going around telling everyone that the two of them had sex at the Flower Lawn and Garden show. About 6 weeks after that, the owner of the nursery decided to ELIMINATE the Landscaping depratment altogether, and he got demoted to my old job! He ended up quitting and getting a better job, though (which pissed me off). But to add insult to injury, I also wrote an anonymous letter to his mother and outed him, and she cut him out of the will!

Edited April 24, 201114 yr by alphanguy74

And I have been known to do a little evil backstabbing in my day. When I was in my early twenties, the landscape designer at the nursery I worked at used to drive me NUTS. He'd always grab my crotch all the time, aggravate me all the time. Well, he would gossip in front of the rest of the staff, telling us he had sex in the bathroom at the Flower Lawn and Garden show with the straight owner of one of the large stone suppliers in town (this guy was married with kids) SO... about a year and a half after I quit (Revenge is a dish best served cold) I wrote an anonymous letter to that man, telling him that said Landscape designer was going around telling everyone that the two of them had sex at the Flower Lawn and Garden show. About 6 weeks after that, the owner of the nursery decided to ELIMINATE the Landscaping depratment altogether, and he got demoted to my old job! He ended up quitting and getting a better job, though (which pissed me off). But to add insult to injury, I also wrote an anonymous letter to his mother and outed him, and she cut him out of the will!

Oh DAMN! Especially the last part!

Geez my family is dull in comparison. Nothing juicy at all, wow

I have some, all on my dad's side. My uncle after 35 years of marriage or so, decided to divorce my Aunt & marry his girlfriend that he had on the side. Well, my Aunt still loved him, so they worked out this arrangement to where his new wife would get him during the week,& my aunt would get him on the weekends. That lasted about 3-4 years. Now, my Uncle is back with my aunt & they are going to re-marry.

One of my dad's sister, accused my dad & another brother (not the one above), of molesting her when she was little. Which isn't true, truth is she was more likely molested by one of their cousins, who in turn had been abused/molested by his dad.

Officially, my great grandfather died by being kicked in the head by a horse. But, many in family suspect foul play by my great grandmother. She very shortly after he died, married a rich guy & gave birth to a daughter, of whom we don't know who real father is. Many suspect, she had been having an affair with the rich guy for quite a while & either didn't want my Great Grandfather to know she had been cheating him & got pregnant or she just wanted to run off with a richer guy. My Grandfather & his siblings never would really talk about it.

Then apparantly (we don't know for sure), one of my relatives in the 1930s, ran an underground brothel in Detroit.

Geez my family is dull in comparison. Nothing juicy at all, wow

LOL...alot of us could write our own soaps based on our lives. Heck I see plenty of reality show pilots based on this thread alone

LOL...alot of us could write our own soaps based on our lives. Heck I see plenty of reality show pilots based on this thread alone

The Real Housewives of Soap Opera Network.

You can be the NeNe, and I'll be Lisa Vanderpump.

My father has always had a bad gambling problem which escalated overtime but my mom stayed with him since it was never that bad but a few weeks ago it went too far. A few weeks ago, we came home and I knew something suspicious happened. It looked like all our closets and drawers were went through but I didn't see anything missing at the time. The next morning my mom runs into my room telling me my father stole all her money she had saved in the drawer and asked me to check my wallet. Nothing in my wallet was missing since I hide mine but I had saved over $300 in change in a bucket. That was all gone. He cleaned us out of thousands of dollars because he owed gambling debts. He went to Atlantic City with the money thinking he could win more money. Of course my mother said he could never come back home again. For a few days he stayed with his family in Manhattan then his brother found him a place to stay. He paid me my money back but for now he is giving my mother money every week so we could keep the house and continue to support me while I am still in college. He also stole $5000 from his brother which he is currently paying back also. He will start paying my mother back after he pays out his brother and all his other gambling debts.

LOL...alot of us could write our own soaps based on our lives. Heck I see plenty of reality show pilots based on this thread alone

Yeah I agree. A lot of intriguing stories.

My father has always had a bad gambling problem which escalated overtime but my mom stayed with him since it was never that bad but a few weeks ago it went too far. A few weeks ago, we came home and I knew something suspicious happened. It looked like all our closets and drawers were went through but I didn't see anything missing at the time. The next morning my mom runs into my room telling me my father stole all her money she had saved in the drawer and asked me to check my wallet. Nothing in my wallet was missing since I hide mine but I had saved over $300 in change in a bucket. That was all gone. He cleaned us out of thousands of dollars because he owed gambling debts. He went to Atlantic City with the money thinking he could win more money. Of course my mother said he could never come back home again. For a few days he stayed with his family in Manhattan then his brother found him a place to stay. He paid me my money back but for now he is giving my mother money every week so we could keep the house and continue to support me while I am still in college. He also stole $5000 from his brother which he is currently paying back also. He will start paying my mother back after he pays out his brother and all his other gambling debts.

I am so sorry.

This is the best I can do.

Mom's side of the family is country. By country, I mean hog-raising, Baptist, grits, Grand Ole Opry, southern country folks where the whole family lives within five miles of each other.

One of Mom's uncles was a scoundrel, the no-'count black sheep that everyone has in their families. His first marriage ended in divorce. He was looking to court again. One of his uncles suggested that he go back in the woods and find an uncultured girl that would appreciate him and would cook and clean for him.

A few weeks pass. It's Sunday and all the relatives are gathered on the porch, as that's what southern families were wont to do in that era.

Uncle Wally shows up in his car. There is a girl with him.

She gets out.

His uncle starts singing this.

(Yes, this exact song. It's one by Arthur Godfrey.)

Then he adds, "Boy! I didn't tell you to go that far into the woods."

Regardless, the two married and stayed married until her death a few years ago. He remained the family's black sheep, but it had nothing to do with his wife. Actually, it didn't but she wasn't as bad as he was.

Edited April 25, 201114 yr by Titus Andronicus

I wouldn't even know where to begin with my people. I can't even. My mother's side is where ALLLLLLLLL of the fun is. One of my aunt's stabbed her brother in the back with a fork, and scraped it from the top to the bottom. Another aunt had three kids with her aunt's husband. The aunt who was cheated on? One of her sons stabbed his wife to death a few years ago. That wife's sister had a child for one of my cousins, and that wife's brother is currently screwing another one of my cousins. That cousin's ex-boyfriend is the brother of the girl that my brother knocked up a few years ago. Oh, and that cousin? She's the daughter of the aunt who stabbed her brother in the back with a fork.

Yall ain't ready.

OMG! What?! LOL First of all, that's insane! Secondly, I totally did not follow the relationships at all. I think I'm going to need to re-read this a few times and draw the family tree.

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Another cousin I had sex with when I was a tween (I...kinda did that a lot, with three different cousins) ended up getting arrested on rape charges after he and two neighbors raped a girl in our dead grandmother's living room. The sad thing is that up until that happened (about four years ago), there was always in the deep deep deep parts of my mind that was sort of desperate enough to try to start things up with him again. Some therapy finally cleared all of that sh!t out of my mind. To be frank, I was an incestuous whore from about ages 9 to 13. Never an abusive situation with older relatives, it was just three cousins, two who were a few months younger than me and one who was a year older than me (the shootist with bad aim).

This actually started when I was about six or seven. We had a big ol' family sleepover at my druggie older cousin's house (my first cousins on that side of the family currently range in age from about 53 down to 13...so yeah lol), and they threw all of us boys in one of the back rooms while they smoked their weed in the living room. Well, all of us were anywhere from about seven to twelve years old, and somehow, we got into doing this sex game where the winners topped and the losers bottomed. I lost, so I got paired up with my cousin (the shootist), and....yeah. We did it three times within the weeks after that, then once again years later when I was thirteen, which was a horrible experience because he obviously hated the fact that he was doing it and took it out on me while we did it. Ugh. Just...ugh.

Everybody in my big ass family has some deep, dark sh!t going on that nobody knows about or only some people know about, and sometimes it's stuff that everybody knows about. Nobody knows about my stuff except for the guys involved, and as far as I know, none of them would EVER talk about that to ANYONE, and even now, it's totally awkward when I'm around them because it truly is the pink elephant in the room for us. One grew up to be a gangbanging shooter/drug user. One grew up to be a rapist, and the other one grew up to be a armed robber. I knew how to f!ckin pick 'em.

And I should mention, I have NEVER talked this in-depth about any of this with anyone before. I saw a therapist my first year of college, and we touched on it only a little bit, but I wasn't comfortable talking about it then, so I kept talk about that to a minimum. I'm sure if I were to go now, I'd be much more willing to reflect on it because I'm just starting to realize the effect all of that has has on my life.

Wow. Stunned. You really have huge balls for posting this about yourself. It's such an unbelievable, sick, and twisted history - the part about the 7-12 year olds.....truly disturbing.

I'm still searching for words! All I can come up with is:

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I'm not NEARLY as forthcoming as AMS but I commend him for his candor and I'm beginning to think that the cousin thing happens more often than many are willing to admit.

Ok..Toups said you have huge balls AMS. Prove it!....LOL...had to go there