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Daniel during this altercation was telling me what a piece of [censored] I was as a mother and that I was lazy and didn’t do what needed to be done with house work and whatever and he started to come after me. knowing his history with hitting children and women, my husband, who is a farm boy that i’ve seen lift pregnant deer off a road way after they’d been hit, pick up cow calves and throw hale bales when we lived on the farm, got out of bed. he didn’t have to pick up the gun in the locked box on the bed because he knows how to fight, and that’s when jenn started pushing daniel down the stairs and told him to pack and so they could leave. my husband very calmly asked her, “so where’s all the money you promised us? I mean you’ve driven my wife to a breaking point, almost cost us our children and we are debt because of your addiction issues. so what’s up with that?” she had no answer of course and sadly I did break and was throwing things at them to get them out. I couldn’t load the gun even if I knew how; we don’t keep bullets for the 9 mm in the house because I have suicidal idealization and I don’t feel comfortable with them being the home and me knowing where they are at. dj is the only one that knows where they are at. the entire clip isn’t even stored with the gun in its locked box.

They packed up and left taking all three of their cats with them. mike, a friend that worked with my husband, called and asked if people were supposed to be in our apartment. mike lives downstairs and helped us get the apartment.. we said of course not; we were still getting trucks and stuff together to pack. well jenn was out of drugs, so she calls an ambulance because ‘she has a strangulated hernia’ and they left to go to the hospital leaving the cats here. I offered no help or sympathy except to keep the cats safe since they were fiv positive and two of them were already over weight and older.

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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?