If you dont mind sharing whats yours? Mine was when my grandpa I never met was shot down by some drunk guy. (Yeah I know pathetic right?) This happened while my mom was pregnant with me. So I guess my grandpa saw these two guys about to fight and one of the guys is drunk so he goes over and hes like "hey guysyou dont need to fight you guys are grown ups" and one of the guys pulls out a colt 45 and shoots my grandpa and killed him on the spot. My grandpa was killed for promoting peace I can just imagine how this affected my mother. A pregnant woman with crazy hormones just finds out her dad was murdered by a guy that was drunk that sounds horrible. I hope that asshole is getting raped in jail and then rots in hell.
dad gambled away what would have been a college tuition, apparently now my choices are (a) join the military, (b) go into serious debt, (c) not go at all thanks dad
I'm gonna sound like a douchebag, but honestly the worst thing that's really happened to my family (in my parents' opinion) is that I started smoking the green... My dad's a cop so he's really pressing it on me...
My uncle was killed on his motorcycle by a guy fucked up on pills. and my aunt being a dumbass tried to be her own lawyer and the guy got off scotch free. didnt even lose his license. my uncle was killed sitting on a bike at a red light and got rear ended at 50mph. no skid marks. that guys a fuckin prick, didnt even say sorry in court
My father commited suicide, my mother bought a house with the insurance money. She went crazy on benzos and we lost over 150,000$. I lost everything I own. We're moving next week after 3 years in my grandmaws house and my moms sober.
out of the 35 family memebers on my moms side, only 14 remain. they all died withing 9 months. we are a tight family and seeing 21 people die in crazy accidents and sudden deaths made me stop believing in a god. thank you god, with out you, i couldnt have seen how fake you truly are.
This isn't my immediate family, but my grandma's mom was hit by a truck backing up in like 1943. Totally sucks.
my great grandam and great grand dad and grandmother went through ausheweitz death camp and my great granpa was shot in a death march fuck nazis if i ever come a cross one by my self its hewbrew hammer time ya dig
oh geez i don't even know where to begin. i didn't think this was all that abnormal.. my half-sister's dad and my mom's brother-in-law shot themselves in front of their 3 year old daughters. fucked up shit for my sister and my cousin. my mom's father had an affair on my grandma (with 9 children) with a woman whom he had about 5 or 7 kids with. these kids are all around the same age as my aunts and uncles. my cousin got AIDS from a dirty needle (which he would use in front of our younger cousins), then, fully aware, gave to his wife and daughter. my other uncle killed himself with pills. my friend and my step-dad's brother killed themselves within 3 days of each other woops haha now i'm rambling, sorry
damn guys im sorry for your losses and problems. I always hate hearing someone died under the influence it truly saddens me.
My grandfather was German, and lived in Germany during WWII. He was forced to fight for Nazi Germany, or all of his family would have been killed. He went to war, I forget what area he was in (he died when I was 7). He was a POW for 3 years, and during that time, one of the guards at the POW camp went crazy. At the time, my grandfather was eating dinner. The guard aimed for my grandfather's head with a gun, but his head was moving up and down (because he was eating soup). He missed his head and shot him in the mouth. He had all gold teeth on the right side. As soon as the war ended, they immediately came to the US. My other grandfather died because of a doctor's mistake.
parents got arrested because of a party i was throwing, yeah dont really wanna go into more detail than that
he sexually transmitted it to his wife who then gave birth to their daughter who then was born with AIDS
Mine would have to be when I whent to my buddys house. We were eating supper and then we heard a loud gunshot. My friend's brother shot himself in the head in his room. I helped them clean it all up and flies were still allover the area where the blood and gore used to be. Every year on that day when he killed himself the toilet would flush, the room that he killed himself would smell really bad and the cabinets would open and close. His family brought a priest to bless the house. They never had anything else happend. It took him a while to get over it but he's ok now. We still hangout.
My dad died when i was two. He drove a gas tanker and was going to fast around an exit and tipped over and the tanker exploded. I never really got to meet my dad. I was in a car wreck with my 3 cousins and my aunt and my aunt died on impact one cousin broke her neck one cousing snapped her arm and another had a sprained wrist. I had a bruise on my chest due to the seat belt that saved my life. We rolled 5 times into a ravine and the doors were crushed shut so we had to exit out the back.