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Who do you figure reads your posts these days?

we are all cajun

Turncoat said: 

Who do you figure reads your posts these days?

 This thread for everybody 

Blanc said: 

Turncoat said: 

Who do you figure reads your posts these days?

 This thread for everybody 

But who do you figure will actually read it?

I don’t know

the Cajun women in the fam look kinda like that

So just when i thought things would get boring culturally, venturing over to my moms side of the family history- oh my. 

It actually got pretty interesting. 

So turns out I’m a Native American lol??? I come from the Sioux, and my family owns quite a lot of land in South Dakota. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sioux 

My lineage is French Canadian and English, came down from England through canada and married a Sioux Indian woman. This is how the acquired all the land, gold, oil, and made money. 

That was my great great grandmother and father. Then everyone stayed on the reservation near red lake in the fifth precinct and, then they migrated to Minnesota, which is where my grandfathers parents settled. 

There was a lot of money and land etc inherited by my grandfather and his brother- my great uncle.

My great uncle married another Sioux from the reservation, they met at red lake. She also had inherited a large deal of land herself. 

My grandfather hid the money and inheritance from the family but, after his death my mom and her brother went searching through every asset and did a detailed investigation Into my grandfathers life as he lived a very very secretive life and they were naturally curious. They also just knew he was hiding money somewhere, from subtle hints and jokes and other odd restrictions and riles he had with seemingly no explanation, or stranger lies her told to protect the family from finding the inheritance. 

He believed the money and the land, was evil, and the ppl it came from as well. He didnt want to be associated with it- nor his parents, and- there was a dark dark past behind all of this money and very very evil twisted ways behind it- things done to “protect it”

so there is over 300acres of land spanning across the dakotas that is inherited by my mother and i suppose her brother.

thtere was a lot of other mysterious and unexplainable things about my grandfather some of which we have been able to make sense of due to uncovering the truth of the past. 

He so badly wanted to be separated from it, he changed his entire identity. 

We believe he knew the infamous Sioux code that was responsible for winning both World War I and II, and this is why he made the kind of unusual advances in his military career that are just unheard of, and why his name is held so highly by the Air Force, that when his son wanted to enter, it was as easy as pulling a string for him. The last name there, is well known and respected. 

He was a reconnaissance officer for the state department at one point (which I’m only allowed to talk about now because hes dead) but he was also on the 72nd command for the Air Force

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/72nd_Expeditionary_Air_Support_Operations_Squadron 

He lived next to the high tower when he was head of the CIA on base, and he also flew Air Force 1, and has been to the -7th floor of the pentagon, where his work was for a short time. He chatted with high tower regularly in his garden. These were private chats. 

He also attended the private inaugural dinner for George bush, we have souvenirs as proof. 

There are many other strange souvenirs we’ve found that all have a significant back story but this was one of the most interesting to uncover was, napkins, from the dinner that night. 

He also has a signed copy of Barbara bush’s autobiography, with a personalized note to him. 

We also found secret documents hidden in the lining sewed between fabric within a fabric lining of a brief case, which was hidden in the attic. My mom noticed the stitching was off, she was taught very well to sew by her mother and such. So she ripped it open, and found documented proof of the government essentially, forging documents, lying about my grandfathers identity and true where about s, while he was on secret missions. With photos of him. 

It’s very difficult to find out soineone is a reconnaissance officer but this little paper trail he kept is essentially signed documented proof. It could result in his death if the wrong ppl saw this at the wrong time so that’s probably why he held onto it so tightly and kept it so hidden. 

He had quite a deal of PTSD after his return, and the stories we have of what he has endured is a degree of torture psychologically and physically that is unimaginable. 

This is why he told us as his grand children- to never work for the government, or the CIA, the state department. He tried to warn his children about it but they didnt listen. 

They were raised on military bases so they were essentially bread to be what he was, and the traditions of the military house hold have carried over strongly to both my mothers home and my uncles. 

Their extent of military involvement remains a secret. But if you open up a conversation about it, with them- what they know and what they will be willing to talk about is all very very interesting. 

To this day they will deny military or government involvement. 

My dads lineage, I have to do more research on but- so the cajun side I talked about is his mothers side. 

But I didn’t talk about his dads side. It’s hard to talk about it without people directly knowing who I am, because obviously this is the name I carry. 

So it’s like eh how do I talk about this. 

Basically my dad’s, side, is Scottish. Even that’s probably saying too much. 

But that explains the freckles. 

I know a lot more but I don’t know how to talk about it without yeah, it being too revealing hm. 

But yeah, and so, after all of that lineage carries out which is secret :) my dad’s father, inherited a business, and then he owned it, and then he passed all of that onto my father and his brother. 

My dad inherited, also, a trust fund, and, his name was very well known, in a certain place and because of that, he was treated very very well as a child- too well. His, entire life he was sort of, ‘important’ in his, time and place, so. 

He could walk into a country club and was very well respected, and people knew him by name and his face, not just at these places but- in many places and, has led to a life of, VIP treatments, first class flights, and platinum cards and, luxury, clothing. 

He has a very poor concept of, empathy or compassion for other people, and, lives in a strange deluded bubble of, self importance above ‘other’ people. He is very, very lazy. And has absolutely no idea how to treat other people- and has no respect for them. I’m being dead serious. No respect. 

He got in trouble with the law when he was young a lot because no one taught him to adhere to the rules, his father always bailed him out of trouble pulling strings and funneling money. So he essentially thought he was above the law and could do whatever he wanted. 

Everything has to be, “my way” with him, because no one ever really, told him otherwise he was just so spoiled like, no one reprimanded him or punished him. He just lived in this strange bubble of pure self indulgence. 

So, he never learned not to do things that had serious repercussions, he was mean to other people, so so bad. He broke the law, he crashed many cars because it didn’t matter he’d just get another one. He didn’t have to work hard at anything because he inherited it all it was all just given to him and fell into his lap. He wore Ralph Lauren his entire life and golfed. Big ego, ass hole behavior, big spending, and lots of rule breaking and anger management problems. 

He tried to make me golf. 

I won’t lie, I’m not innocent here. I partly have inherited some of his behavior naturally, unwittingly. And life has had to teach me some things the hard way. I just thank god at least I’ve learned my lessons and I’ve been able to change behavior or grow from it. 

I was given a very cushioned, spoiled, life- by him. But I was also, treated badly, and we never established a relationship. Because he was never around, and when he was, he was just causing problems. So naturally things just remain, distant. 

There was sort of this sort of, “to much who is given, much is expected.” Attitude engrained in me, from my parents so, there was a lot of pressure to be, essentially perfect. I also had to behave, in a really respectful manner and, the way I dressed and acted all of it, was a representation of my family, in my community so. 

I was just kind of quiet and kept a large part of myself secret, including, the fact I was gay. 

I didn’t really know just how much I had, it took me years to sort of figure it out. I thought this was just normal life, but, as I’ve met more and more people down the line outside of my “bubble” I’ve come to realize majority of people dont’ live this way. And then down the line further I come to realize more and more, just how far from normal, the life I’ve been given truly is. 

Knowing that I essentially, could do anything I wanted without financially being restricted is, a gift in and of itself. But it’s a double sided coin because, there was also this understanding that, I could do nothing and be fine. 

I had to learn to find a balance in that. And I had to also learn, how to not put up with ass holes, like my dad, and how I was supposed to be treated by people. And I didn’t understand his behavior was considered abuse until later in life when it started to affect me mentally, it sort of sneaks up on you. 

By the time you realize it, it’s kind of too late. 

When I was 18 I wanted to just get out from it all and ran away with some guy who was nice to me. But he turned out to be just as abusive and controlling, and spoiled, as my father, in a way. And, ya know. Typical. 

He got frustrated with the fact I wouldn’t have sex with him because, well, I’m gay and. Being the entitled pig-like, manipulative and violent spoiled, person he was, he decided to rape me, and beat me, and eventually tried to kill me. And then when I left him, he blacked mailed me. 

So that’s, fun. And then yeah. I’ve kind of learned after that to be careful about how people treat you and, also learned a lot about mental health. After my life kind of spiraled out of control, being disowned and everything. 

I just kinda had a lot going on and yeah all of that mentally broke me at a certain point. 

On my mothers, mother’s side- all i know is, they’re German Jews. 

They come a survivor of the holocaust, a Jewish woman, who prostituted herself to nazi German soldiers to survive. 

She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was so beautiful like Marilyn Monroe. She used her beauty to her advantage to survive. And it resulted in, German Jewish children. 

This is where my mother’s beauty originated from. 

Her mother, my grandmother was actually the black sheep of the family though. They were separated for many years, due to  horrible things that happened to my mother. 

My mother was raped, by a member of that side of the family, repeadetly. As a child. And, they all sort of, took his side and, didn’t, want to believe her. And my grandmother- being a very spiteful, person. Kind of said, “to hell with you all” and, there was just a large divide there. 

She eventually was asked not to come around, because her behavior was so... violent and abrasive. 

She was resentful of the family and, had a lot of what I would consider to be borderline personality disorder. She also had severe substance abuse issues the entirety of her life. 

She was born with cerebral palsy, and this led to her missing out on a lot of things in life and, having trouble managing, some physical disabilities- she became, addicted. And that addiction was, out of control. 

It was pills, alcohol, and cigarettes. 

She wanted to be a good mother, and have the stereotypical family, but- it just, wasn’t that. They had to move around a lot due to the military father, and- 

my mother, and her mother, their relationship was very, odd. Due to her.... bpd. She was volatile at times, with rage. And would emotionally guilt her children and, was very controlling and manipulative. Though she, had pure intentions maybe, there was a side to her that was very odd in the way it was like, typical severe bpd like, “you did this in church because you don’t love me.” Or, “you just were out to make me feel like you didn’t love me and that’s why you didn’t look at me when I opened my present.” And it was sort of this house hold that surrounded and appeased that behavior, that was very, unusual. 

Like, the crazy woman has to, open her presents first. You have to wear what the crazy woman wants you to wear. You can’t say or do or whisper or breath the wrong way because the crazy woman might get angry from that, and punish you for it. It’s always your fault, you always could of done better, and it’s all- for, her. It’s not about you as a child getting to be better, or to be yourself, or living your happy full life, it’s all about, pleasing, the crazy woman. Very strict. 

On top of this, add pills and alcohol to this mix. You can imagine the rage. 

Now, add a man in the military with severe ptsd. He drank like a fiend. 

So between the two of them, it was, a lot of fighting, a lot of rage- 

And so, my mom, grew up, an enabler, and a people pleaser. 

And my mom sort of mousily, let my father, be, misogynistic, she let him, get away with cheating, and breaking the law, and abusing substances to an unhealthy degree, and even, hurting his children. 

Because to her, this behavior was only natural. It’s what she grew up with, it’s where she was comfortable. So, she sort of... had no idea the full extent of the harm he was really causing her- or anyone like. She just didn’t know better how she should be treated by people. To her this was normal behavior.