So I went to my first family reunion and apparently my Grandfather followed my Grandmother home like a serial killer slowly in his car while catcalling. Then like a psychopath he knocks on the door when she gets home and tells her parents that he'll be over tomorrow for dinner because he's going to marry their daughter.
And she married him eventually, and thus my father and thus me wouldn't have born if my grandfather wasn't a creepy piece of shit. I'm really feeling awful for something I had nothing to do with.
Anyone else have any similar stories of regrettable relatives?
And she married him eventually, and thus my father and thus me wouldn't have born if my grandfather wasn't a creepy piece of shit. I'm really feeling awful for something I had nothing to do with.
Anyone else have any similar stories of regrettable relatives?