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That my aunt did not die of an asthma attack in her sleep, but took her own life. She had been very depressed. As an adult they admitted she purposely overdosed. As a child with asthma, I wish they had just told me the truth because before I started to suspect it was a lie I was terrified that I was going to die too.
I thought I had a half-sibling that my parents refused to discuss. Based on my mother reading books about adopted children finding birth parents, and also she graduated a year later than her her twin sister, because of rheumatic fever. I wondered if it was “romantic fever”.My dad died in 2006. In 2009 my mother called to tell me that my father had another daughter, and she’d just made contact with my mother. It turns out my father abandoned a pregnant girlfriend before he met my mother. He did tell my mother about the sordid affair but swore her to secrecy.So yes, I was right. Stunned to be right, but happy. My sister is my best friend now.
That was not a tomato plant growing in a pot that I couldn’t tell my friends about.
That my parents cheated on each other. When I was young, My parents both worked at different times, and rarely were together at the same time at the house. And my mom would always bring over my dad’s older brother. And my dad would bring my mom’s Younger sister. They found out about each other’s affairs, and they laughed it off, while I was in the corner with my Older sibling, Crying more than If a gamer lost all of his progress in a small mistake. And now, My mom married my uncle, and my dad married my aunt, And their Friends, And I have 3 half siblings now, And we all live happily in The Confusing US Of A.
I remember, as a teenager, thinking at one point “my parents probably havent had sex in years”. This past fall my mom caught my dad cheating….with men. he’s gay.
My mother’s potato soup was so good because it was mainly butter and cream with a few pieces of potato.
Most of my grandma’s kids were not her husband’s. Granny got around.
My dad was never a Navy Seal, even though he spent my entire life telling me stories about it. It wasn’t until he died that I found his DD-214. He was only in the Navy for 10 months and was discharged with “under honorable conditions”. He never fought in a war. He was never captured or shot. He never shot anyone. He was just a regular guy. I wish he knew that we never wanted him to be anything but our dad.
My dad was in jail for a few months when I was around 8 years old.I was told he was at work… and he couldn’t call us because it was a really big project. I heard my mom talking about him being “locked up” and thought he got trapped in the vents somewhere? He did HVAC work. It made sense to me at the time I guess. When he came back, it was like nothing changed.Turns out he was a d**g dealer!
My parents are married but hate each other. It really messed up my perspective on a healthy relationship.
I’m still convinced at least one of my parents had another kid before they got married and I have a half-sibling or two running around out thereOk, I’m 55 so maybe not running exactly, but old-person trotting.
I found the identity of my biological father. Nobody in my family would talk about who he was because my mother was 17 when I was born and I was the family scandal (back in the early 80s). I grew up thinking he didn’t know about me or care about me if he did know. I was definitely wrong and found out my family threatened him to stay away from me. I did a lot of digging some years ago and found out that side of the family knew about me and would have loved me very much. I also had siblings. Really made me angry at the family I grew up with. My bio father also died before I got to meet him.
That my “Uncle Joe” who always came to family gatherings wasn’t really an uncle, but my dad’s poker buddy who just loved free food.
I was an accidentMy parents were already on the verge of a divorce and my mom suddenly got pregnant despite having tried for over 4 years.I always felt like i was in the way, or not welcome. My feelings were confirmed when my dad threw me out right after high school graduation.
My grandmother’s amazingly delicious lemon meringue pie which I assumed she spent hours labouring over was made with Jello lemon pie filling.
My parents both had blue eyes and so did my 5 siblings. I was the only one with brown eyes.I always had the feeling as a child that my dad wasn’t my biological dad and I was probably from the postman.I loved biology and science in general in middle school, so when I learned about genetics I learned that he couldn’t be my biological father because of my eye colour. I knew back then I’m an affair child, but she denied everything.As I grew older it turns out, none of us children are his biological kids and my mother cheated on my dad with her FIL, making my grandpa my dad and my dad my brother.Sorry for bad english, it’s not my first language.EDIT: As some of you stated, there are still chances that two blue eyed parents might have a brown eyed child. My observation as a child was based on my middle school biology knowledge and my gut feeling. I didn’t chose a job in the field of science so I’d never claim to be even close to an expert regarding genetics.It’s definitely not my intention to do harm to anyone with my comment. Hope this helps :).
My uncle was a made guy in the mob.
Early teens I had a sort of paranoia about my parents getting divorced. my mom was being treated for cancer and she died when I was almost 15.I always put it down to the general eerie uneasiness of those years, plus the fact that an awful lot of the YA books that I read at the time did feature divorce.40 years later my dad is in his 90’s and he and I are hanging out, and he gets it off his chest that as soon as she realised her diagnosis had kiboshed our immigration to Canada, she began pushing him to take us kids anyway and just leave her behind. “I couldn’t do that” he said. “I hope I was right.“So I had caught a vibe. .
When I was a kid, my dad would go out for dinner every Friday with another family. It was explained to me that was his mistress family and mum put her foot down.Only ater when trying to compose a family tree did I realise all the kids from the other family were older than me.
Grandpa was illiterate. .
My aunt was super gay.
Organized crime. No longer a thing, but my grandpa had an interesting childhood to say the least.
My dad always told me that my birth mom has left us when I was 2 mo old. Then the story changed to “she had died in a car crash” and that’s why she wasn’t around. I thought he was just trying to spare my feelings but it still didn’t make sense even to my kid brains.Forward a bunch of years, and I get an email from what turns out to be a cousin who found me on ancestry dna. My mother had apparently gone to Cali, then ended up in Florida where she got and died of the cancer.So most of what ever dad told me was horse puckey,.
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Well, everyone knew about the abuse that I endured as a child and swept it under the rug. As an adult, repressed memories started to come back and, yeah, confirmed.
My uncle was the result of a secret love affair my grandmother had. Also that my aunt on the other side was gay.
My grandma gifted me and my twin brother a grey 1984 Buick Regal limited when we turned 18. Plush bench seats with a velvety arm rest. Many a friday night spent cruising riverside Californian boulevards looking or action blasting cannibal corpse on the blue backlit tape deck. One Saturday morning, while my Dad was cleaning it out he found an envelope jammed down beneath the well of the spare tire. The bulky ivory colored business sized envelop contained a wad of twenty dollar bills. 1500 bucks in total! Turns out my Grandpa before his xmas eve heart attack years before, was giving money to his sister who was in an abusive marriage and whom my grandma hated. At the same time my grandparent’s marriage was on the rocks, so he must have had to stealthily move funds around to help out his sister. Learned then that money would end up being an important chip in the marriage game.
My grandmother had always acted weird around my dad. Things like weird looks if he was sarcastic or acted silly. She’d look at him like he was an alien. This was something I’d noticed all through growing up.The only time I’d ever seen reactions like that before was being over at a multiracial friend’s place when they had older relatives, who would always look at the nonwhite parent the same way, like they weren’t quite human.But, I kept thinking, that can’t be it, Mom’s white, Dad’s white, everyone in the family is white.Well, no, not quite. When I was part of the way through American history, I learned that, for a great deal of time, my Italian Catholic father, even though he’s pale and freckled, was Not Quite White in the eyes of more WASP-y individuals.I kept telling myself, “No, that’s just stupid.” I also didn’t want to ask my parents, and definitely I didn’t want to ask my grandmother what the deal was.Finally, in my mid-twenties, I asked my mom, and she said, yes, that was exactly it. She’d never said an outright word to my dad about it, and he knew she’d always be too “polite” to say anything, would mess with her.When my mom was pregnant with me, whenever my grandmother would ask what names they were considering, my dad would always answer with stuff like “Giuseppe”, just the most Italian names possible. She would always visibly flinch, but say, “Oh, that’s nice.”.
My sister has a different dad. That one just took thinking twice about some math that they’d been normalizing to us since we were tiny. Just didn’t think about it! Yeah, she’s the only brunette in a family of blondes, but that’s my sister!If anyone asks, my mom fell pregnant at 16, a few months before meeting my 23 year old father. We’re not sure if our dad knew, but he’s not the kind of magnanimous benefactor that would keep a kid that’s not his. I respect my mother’s decision, because that kept my sister glued to our side during custody battles, the loss of our mom, adulthood… She secured a childhood for my sister under heinous circumstances.
I always had a sneaking suspicion that the man who helped raise my sister and I wasn’t our biological father. I was right. And what’s more is my sister is my half sister. My mom cheated on my dad (numerous times) and got pregnant twice. My dad and I are the only people who know. My mom doesn’t know that we know.
I have a cousin that just didn’t look like his siblings. Found out a few years ago it was confirmed he did not belong to my uncle.
I didn’t suspect it per se, but I did spend much of my childhood wishing I had siblings and thinking ‘lmao what if I was adopted or my parents had a secret other family’Lo and behold about 2/3 years ago I found out I have three half siblings. I’ll never meet them for reasons too extensive to explain here but the coincidence is hilarious. .
Growing up I always suspected that my grandpa regretted divorcing my grandma and that there was a lot more to the story. They both seemed to still love each other and when asked why they divorced, they’d both answer exactly the same “When we came to America we kept arguing a lot and it was better to get a divorce then to keep arguing.” And all of his marriages afterwards ended in divorce due to “things just not working out.“Come to find out, my grandparents made it to America together and then about 10 years later they divorced because my grandpa wanted to marry a younger woman. Wife number 2 was an absolute disaster who ended up taking as much money as she could from grandpa and then leaving him once she got her first husband to America. Wife number 3 was a young woman who had a history of mental instability and eventually tried clearing all of his accounts and safes to go join a cult, he then divorced her afterwards.
The majority of my family doesn’t like or respect my mother.
That my parents were d**g users. they sometimes in the middle of the night went to the shed (heard them and saw the light turned on) ofcourse i didnt question it. Later i found out about at 9-10 years old and at 11 my mom died. (Fixed my mistake, because im a f*cktard that accidentally used tldr).
I was the result of the ‘shot’ in the shotgun wedding.
That my cousin is my brother.Well, he is probably my brother but my mum talked them out of demanding a DNA test once when they decided to drive across the country after drinking all night. They were going to accost my uncle, or my dad. In the end they got to Cov, got wasted again and then drove home. I don’t know what my mum said to them exactly but they’ve always listened to my mum.
That my family was emotionally abusive. After being in no contact for several years…..yes, yes they were.
That everyone is a f*****g liar.
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