A funny thing happened at the cemetery...

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Becks...poamr said:
He hated women, he was an alcoholic (and a MEAN one), one of my earliest memories of him was of him throwing a steak ***** at my mommy...there's more, but that should give people a bit of an idea.

I had a ******* in law, as such. The other six ******** and their extended families (if applicable), myself, *** and *** included, had no idea that the rat bastard was, in fact, a volatile, cowardice, wife *******, dog kicking (that's how he ****** the ****' spaniel) alki - cokehead from hell.

It was a neighbor, in this rurally populated area who heard the howls of said dog and ran a couple acres back to the 8' wood fence at the corner of his property, only to peep through through an opening to view what the SOB had done. From here on, the healing began. I'll leave it there. . . .

I sympathize with that upbringing. After all the aforementioned went down, my big sis, ******* years my senior and her two traumatized *********, approx. 7 & 10 years old, had moved it over to our house. In this home lived four - ***, ***, my next up older ****** and myself, the remaining two out of seven, remaining in the nest.

I was 13 at the time . . . your usual garden variety, snotty, teenage punk. Being such, it was my *** who taught me to learn to make some sacrifices / adjustments for my ****** and my two nieces, as I had become all pouty & unreceptive, after the first week of their occupancy.
Every so often, it was my *** who would firmly, albeit gently, take me aside, only to remind me . . . "better be patient with them ! This is our home, not yours" !

The moral of this story (I don't know why I'm telling it, my intent, certainly isn't of a hijacking [the thread] nature) was that my distant ****** and her two ********* had grown together with us - again, myself, sis, *** and ***.
My nieces are as close to me as any of my sisters. I wouldn't have substituted their presence for anything !
One of these nieces had recently tied the knot with a seemingly, true gent, last July. She offered me a special hug and thanks "for everything" over the years. . . . My response "No . . . thank your Grandpa !".
 
OMG that is strange! well i dont like to hear when families drift apart, mine is pretty close and it is kind of hard for me to understand other people's situations. Wow how strange!
 
OMG that is strange! well i dont like to hear when families drift apart, mine is pretty close and it is kind of hard for me to understand other people's situations. Wow how strange!

I guess...it's hard for me to explain, I guess...

My OTHER half ********--from my ******'s first marriage--we're all close. We visit each other, we call, we email, etc.

Just not the same story as with the paternal side of the ******.

:dunno:
 
Goodness, that sounds like quite an odd meeting!
Certainly trumps any such experience I've had!
 
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