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On my dads side:

My grandfather used to threaten his family with a gun.

My grandmother used to make my dad sick with some kind of 1950s worming treatment. Hed be hospitalised with a mysterious illness, recover and be discharged and start getting sick again.

My grandmother also showed little to no affection to her kids, and would deliberately start dramas between them when they were older.

She was also viciously, viciously racist. I remember going up there to visit with my dad, and within five minutes of arriving she told me a joke. Youve probably heard it before.

How do you stop a ****** from drowning?
Yeah. To his credit, my dad went ballistic. Only time I ever saw him stand up to his mum.

When my dad was diagnosed with cancer, her response was well, lifes a bitch. Keeping in mind, my aunt had a cancer scare a few years before and it was the end of the world.

When he died, my grandmother told my mum well, he was a good son. He bought us a house once. She also demanded back a whole lot of photos of my dad when he was younger and other family photos because they had nothing to do with [us].

That said, she *did* always dislike my mum because shes Jewish. For years shed try to tell my dad I wasnt his son. Thats a fuckin laugh, the family resemblance is uncanny.

My dad also had some serious mental health problems. Some times he was downright abusive to my mum, and Id dread him coming home. He *tried* to be a good person, though. At his post-funeral drinks, my mum put it best he was a bastard, but he was our bastard.

There are plenty of other stories, but to be honest its a bit depressing to think about.