The only times they were awake was at night, or when jenn had to run to lancaster. and there were times that I would go because it was a pharmacy run and

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The only times they were awake was at night, or when jenn had to run to lancaster. and there were times that I would go because it was a pharmacy run and every time, because i’m “thick”, I would get cat called. to me being fat for so long I didn’t even know it was me they were talking about, and since i’m married I didn’t care. jenn would get insanely jealous because she would “put forth an effort, put make up on, look nice and try and here karyn is in yoga pants very little make up on a hoodie with a messy bun getting hit on left and right.” um ok? she would also try to proposition my father in law to try to get pain pills out of him, which never worked because he likes curvy women and not women with the figure of a teenage boy (his words not mine.) and if I began to eat right and lose weight she would get more jealous and try to tempt me with sweet treats. (she had rny gastric bypass but still ate like a carb-loving, sugar-eating morbidly obese person that she was before the surgery. I was the same person before surgery not after.) one day he stopped by to drop off some rapid release tylenol and caffine pills because I had a migraine and was completely out (i’m severely allergic to immitrix) and he ran upstairs to see the boys and jenn was in the shower and she got out of the shower naked and asked him if he liked what he saw. he said no and to get dressed. he then made a comment about seeing men with bigger t***.

I talked to the caseworker and we decided for my children to be elsewhere while I started to really dig around. I messaged a girl, w, to tell my suspicions too as she warned me and sadly, I didn’t believe her. I didn’t know until after jenn had already done it that she tried to play it off as ‘trolling’, and for that I apologize. I had reset my phone and never reinstalled twitter until just recently. anyway, during my packing of a two-story house by myself while my husband was at work and jenn and dan were too ‘weak’ and ‘sick’ to help so instead they slept, had s** and did laundry (we found out later that she was going through pockets and keeping whatever she found.) I found some pain killers from my hernia repair surgery that were still good. mind you, they were very low milligrams and somehow she found out about them. for two days she texted me non-stop to share my script. I told her no and she lost her mind. she came storming up to my bedroom while I was asleep with a severe migraine and demanded that I ‘make it right’ because she gave the last of her bag of heroin to dan to help him sleep (knowing he was off his zoloft and was violent.) and she tried to drink my husband’s vodka again (she would drink herself into a coma when she didn’t have meds or drugs). at this point she was getting out of my house that night as she’d just admitted to having drugs in my home, and not only was she doing them but so was her mentally ill and violent husband. a man that liked to hit women and children. she’d also snort ambien and then walk around in her underwear because she was high. she screamed at me and I finally snapped. I admit I was throwing stuff at them to get them out, and then dan started towards me with his fists raised. now mind you, my husband was right there and he was calm, until I pulled my husbands 9mm out of the closet and reminded them that we have guns for both hunting and protection and if they didn’t pack up and leave right now, I would call the police and have them arrested because I feared for the lives of myself and my children who were home sick because we were moving that weekend into the new place. I have no idea how to load the 9 mm and we don’t even keep ammo in the house because of my own depression issues and suicidal idealizations.

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I wish I had one more day with so many people. One more moment. Damn these lonely last few years.

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Idk if this happens commonly or if i am just very very unlucky. My father passed away 9 years before my mother. When she passed it was time to clean out the home they lived in for over 30 years of a 60 year marriage. My father took his camera with him all over the world in the military. Still camera and 8mm. Boxes and boxes of slides and reels. I simply saved them and set them aside for later. I got time months later and got one of those 35mm slide to jpg scanners and just ground thru them. When i got them all scanned i got a later chance to prop my feet up and go thru them. Amongst all the widespread scenery and travel and cool vintage moments i stumble across pics of my mother. Many of them simple poses in many places, mostly outdoors, she was actually a modestly attractive classic pinup type. But then i run into the lingerie shots. And then the tasteful n u d e s indoors and outdoors. And then the real shocker. On any scale my mother was the classic church going uppity prudish b**** woth zero tolerance for bawdy or suggestive behavior or language. Hell sometimes i would say something crude just to push her uptight buttons. You would not believe how bent out of shape she got when she found evidence of my first s** dream on the sheets. Or at least what i ever saw from her was that way.

But i see hundreds of shots that are full bore graphic. Nothing artful about them. Spread shots, bendovers, hands between her legs, and then actually having s**. But in none of them is my father the man she is havimg s** with. He was obviously behind the camera. Some of them? A minister i recognize because she used to drag me to church all the time. Neighbors or friends of my parents that i remember. . It just kept piling on. Shots of my mother having lesbian s** with my aunt, my father’s older sister. Shots of my mother with other women i dont recognize, shots of my aunt with some of the same women. Shots of my mother with multiple men. Def did not wake up that or any day expecting or wanting to see pics of my mother getting spitroasted or used by a group of men and pretty much looking like she is having a grand time. When i do manage to force myself to power thru them all, hypocrtically, my parents were both moderately racist, but the handful that did have my father in them? He was having s** with a few different women, all african american women, except for one woman. His f****** sister, the same aunt i saw shots of my mother having s** with.

The s***** part was having to go through all of them because i did not want to risk losing family photos or memories or history that were NOT my parents’ s** escapades. At that point i accepted that the stack of 8mm movies might be similar. And i was right. The huge majority of them were my mother and the various random men my mother was having s** with, but some of the men were not in the still shot stack. No decent family movies at all sadly, the whole lot except 3 of the 8mm were either my mother and who tf knows who the men were, or great, a lesbian movie with my same aunt. The 3 exceptions? A mix of my parents doing foursomes with two diff couples. Both of those couples i knew/ remembered as family friends, i had grown up with their kids. In both cases wife swapping with my parents. And the crown jewel…..obviously sarcastically….my dad with my mother and aunt.

Look don,t get me wrong, i am nowhere near a prude, we all have our little quirks and kinks. I am not judging any of them, it was theie thing to do. I confess i had a few queasy reactions because the stills and movies span a time from before i or my sister were even born, to a time when we were mid 30s, which put my parents and aunt in their 70s. Hell i hope i am still having s** when i am that age.

By the time i was done, i had one focus…..there was not a condom in sight in any of it. Was my father actually my father? Is my sister my full sister or half sister? Do i have half siblings i dont even know somewhere? How glad am i that i have never done the spit in a tube ancestry or 23 and me thing, because i do not want to fall into that vortex of doom?