41. My great-grandfather was an incredibly cruel cop
“My great-grandfather was a Yugoslavian immigrant in the 1930s. He became a detective in Gary, Indiana. Stories I hear from family members is that he was an incredibly cruel and corrupt cop/detective with a very racist streak in him. He was known for taking African Americans that caused petty crimes, stripping them naked with their arms tied behind their backs and a broom handle through his arms and dumped them at the Indiana/Illinois border in the middle of the night. I’ve heard some other rather disturbing stories where he ‘killed people’ in the line of duty although under very shady circumstances. If there is some interest i can try to get more stories.”
42. My ex-husband is bleeding NYC taxpayers of millions
“This was before 9/11. My ex-husband was an NYPD detective but he abused his authority, so the PD took his detective shield away and put him back on patrol in uniform in Brooklyn. After he got demoted, he hated going to work but he had no choice. He was also playing hockey in a men’s league. One day he fell on the ice playing hockey and he suffered a herniated disk in his back. He dragged himself to work the next day and hid his injury. He was in his patrol car and was called to a house for a domestic disturbance. This was in the winter and there was a lot of ice in the driveway. He got out of the car and pretended to slip on the ice. He told his partner that he cannot move and they ended up taking him to the hospital in an ambulance. He claimed that he was injured on the job and was retired with full disability in his 30s. After about a year his back got better and he was showing very little signs of his injury. We moved to another state because he was paranoid that if the NYPD finds out that he is not as disabled as he claimed to be, he will lose his pension. He gets 75% of his pay and full medical and dental benefits for life tax free courtesy of the taxpayers of NY City. After we moved across the country he told all our new neighbors that he was retired from the NYPD because he got hurt saving people from the World Trade Center during 911. He was never at Ground Zero, he was already retired when 9/11 happened.”
43. My dad murdered three Afghan mujahideen
“My dad fought in the Soviet Afghan war and has a large number of journals he wrote in while there. Reading some of them in secret growing up made me find out some things about my dad. One he wasn’t a truck mechanic like he always told us, he was a sharpshooter and apparently was a damn good one. Two he killed three Afghans while they where asleep. So here it goes his squad was on patrol apparently and he stepped off into the bushes to take a leak and happened upon three Afghan mujahideen that were asleep. Not wanting to wake them he apparently stabbed two with his bayonet and realizing this took too much effort smashed the third ones head in with his entrenching tool. He then rejoined his patrol and didn’t mention what he had come across or done to anyone else.”
44. My uncle’s relatives defrauded his poor widow out of his estate
“My uncle died owning several pieces of land and plenty of money in the bank. The relatives took all of it and divided it up among themselves, and lied to his poor widow and children that uncle left them nothing.”
45. My cousin sexually abused me
“That my cousin had sexually abused me when I was a kid. I’m talking like…8-14, and it only stopped because she had hanged herself. If she were still alive, well… I still have flashbacks of what she would do, and I feel so…fucked up for being, well…sorta turned on, I think because it was at such an impressionable age, and was the only sexual activity I’ve ever had. I don’t know how to describe it. I’ve only told my brother and my girlfriend about it. It has been the root of most of my issues, from depression to suicidal tendencies (I put myself in harm’s way hoping for the worst which would be the best) to not being able to perform sexually, and many many other things. I frequent /r/suicidewatch mostly because, well…duh. There are times where I want to just end it all, and I’ve been…dangerously close to it. About 5 lbs of trigger pressure away from it. I’ve tried counseling, but I could never bring myself to tell someone I barely know about it. Or my family, mostly because they wouldn’t believe me.”