My grandmother's first child, her only daughter, was conceived out of wedlock. She married and kept the baby. Thing is, when she got older this girl also got pregnant by a guy socially much higher up than her, and you'd have expected my grandmother to have been sympathetic, but she wasn't. She made her go away to have the baby and give it up for adoption, and she never let her forget it for the rest of her life. I don't think she was allowed out on her own for a very long time, and by the time I knew her she'd always been my maiden aunt and seemed destined to stay that way. Most of her life she was stuck at home looking after her brothers, then her aged parents, and she died shortly after both of them died, from sheer exhaustion I think. The tragedy is, this guy turned up at her funeral that nobody knew, and it turned out he was the long-lost baby. I didn't know about any of this till after my father died.
I had another aunt on the other side whose first child wasn't her husband's, and I didn't know that till a few years ago.
And, I'm still absolutely convinced that there is some mystery surrounding my own conception and/or birth. I just have this lingering feeling that something's 'not quite right' there. I'm sure I was my dad's child because I look so much like him and all his relatives, but I just have this sense that something else happened that may have been untoward, and I don't know what.
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