My Life 1.     Ronny

I was born to a family of 9 children, 10 if you count our cousin Ronny who was 2 months older than me. When I was 28 I found out that Ronny was my half brother. I had played with my cousins my entire childood without ever knowing he was my half brother. Apparently my mother didn't know it either.

My father had a baby with his cousin Betty when they were 13 and it was put up for adoption. It was a girl. I guess that makes 11 of us, although Ronny and the baby didn't live with us. My father (the fucking sex addict, pervert, drunk) continued his affair with Betty and neither bothered to stop even when they married other people, which is where Ronny came from.

When my father was 20, his younger brother Don, asphyxiated him self in my fathers garage and car. One rumor had it that Don was in love with Betty desperately, but Betty only had eyes for my dad, so he killed himself.

A second and more persistent rumor had it that Don died under suspicious circumstances. According to the autopsy, there were  bruises on him that didn't correlate with the way he died.
The rumor was my father killed Don when he found out Betty was sleeping with Don too. I have no idea which rumor is true but my father was one crazy little Irish dude and I wouldn't put it past him except he loved his brother Donny. A lot of people were afraid of my dad. He had this aura that attracted women and kept men at bay.

My father told me that Ronny knows because he and Aunt Betty told Ronny when he was in his early 20's. Ronny opted not to tell anyone because he didn't want his step father Mark to find out that Ronny wasn't his. I guess Uncle Mark didn't have a clue either.

I've never spoken to Ronny about this and he avoids us like the plague (who could blame him).

Ronny and the baby girl were the lucky ones. I'm glad they didn't grow up with the other nine of us. Good things do happen to some people.