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I found a woman who was the daughter of my father's father or uncle. There were three men of that generation and one of them raped my biological grandmother. The woman was very nice and seemed to accept that we were closely related, although I left the rape part out.
I think a lot, maybe most, family trees are a lot messier than we think.
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To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.. - Mr. Rogers
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