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What skeletons are there in your family's collective cupboards? Asks enzyme. Tell us your shameful, scurrilous and generally regrettable family histories... for laughs

(, Thu 1 Jun 2017, 22:05)

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A rather tame one compared to the ones already here, but I think this will eventually be one for our family
I have a few things that I could add to QOTW from my wifes family history: her great uncle that tried to burn down the local boozer after an argument during a game of shove ha'penny, her own mum who bled her mother’s bank account dry, bugger off and then have the balls to turn up later and try to claim her share of inheritance money, cousin D who may or may not have something to do with a local kiddy fiddling ring and caused him to rather hastily flit to somewhere unknown to everyone in the family. I thought it may be better to start with a more recent and rather tame one involving my own family.

Bit of background for you my mum is a bit of an attention seeking nutcase who always needs someone to be victimising her, whether it be me for being born and ruining her life, the miners’ strike (Lord knows how, my dad was a sparky who worked through it at a different plant- fun fact I thought the strike lasted for 15 years the way she brings up the fact she had to raise three kids up through this), my now ex sister in law for taking my brother away from everyone or bread for suddenly changing somehow to something that she can no longer eat and then forcing her to have an eating disorder with other foods unrelated to bread. The most recent one however seems to have caused the whole of my mother’s side of the family to totally ignore me.

A few weeks ago I was enjoying a rare chance to get out with the kids and bumped into K, one of my mothers friends and the conversation went like this

K:Hi Mon you ok, hows your mum?
Me: I don’t know I haven’t seen her since Christmas…were due another visit soon because it’s my daughters birthday next week
K: What? Dosent she see you every week she fills us in on everything you and the kids are up to, last week she said you couldn’t be at theirs for a barbecue because you were off to the seaside
Me: Erm no we did go to the beach two weeks ago but she hasn’t been in touch. We see her 3 times a year
K: But she only lives a 5 minute walk away don’t you go visit her?
Me: Not really I tried calling down regularly and she asked me to ring next time before we popped down…after countless times of being told to not go see them as she was about to pop out I left it at that.
(After a few more questions I realised that my mum has been updating people on what we are doing by looking at my wifes Facebook Profile (something my other half was well chuffed at).

Later that night I got a call from a rather irate mother of mine for letting her friends know that our family isn’t as close as they thought and I am deliberately trying to drive her into an early grave. A rather flummoxed me replied that I cant believe that she needed to look at social media and create some false idlyic idea that everyone gets along, I also offered to call and see her to sort this out and was shot down again as she was too busy…going camping with my other two brothers and their kids.

I have since been informed that while on that camping trip she informed everyone (including her 3 sisters via telephone) that I had decided to cut them off totally and had done the same with everyone associated with them…thankfully my grandma (dads mum) ignored this as she knows my mum is as mad as a sack of badgers.

Apologies for rambling, I will get back to doing some terrible puns or something later this week
(, Fri 2 Jun 2017, 12:12, 2 replies)
Maybe there's a reason she doesn't like you
If every time you came over you tried to sell her a Watchtower tract.
(, Fri 2 Jun 2017, 18:18, closed)
'normal' family life
is why I live alone and talk to cats.
(, Sat 10 Jun 2017, 21:34, closed)

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