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I have a broken family but have been interested in how on earth i got here (and i don't mean the in's and out's of my parents bedroom). Maybe I was the the great, great, great, great great granddaughter of Henry the VIII or something!!!
My birth originated from the affair my mum had with the babysitter. A great headline story in the tabloids that was in the summer of 1977. My mams usual babysitter had to sadly leave as he had been offered a job somewhere else (probably more money, my mam has never been a rich gal). He insisted that my mam meet his best friend from school, Mr Lyon who then was only 15 and was desperate for a job. To cut a real long story short, he fell in love with my mam (then 27) after seeing her constantly unhappy in her unloved marriage to a man who was not one for understanding and support. So they fell in love together and ran away to stop my dads parents from cursing my dad. It all ended happily with my mam and dad getting married when he was 17 and my mam was 29. I was born a year later and then 11 years after that it ended in divorce, hatred and 3 fatherless children.
How did I get here?who are my ancestors?
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