I come from a slew of incestuous relationships.

I am the most privileged, the most well off in my family. I have a house, a wife, kids, a good job, friends. I was only a few years old when I was removed from the family homestead, so I have very few memories of it. In fact, most of my knowledge of my history comes from court documents, police records, and my grandparents.<br><br>My story begins with my grandmother and her dream to create a family compound. She, her husband, children, and their families would all live on the same land, but in separate houses. It was her vision of a utopia, and I suppose it was, for her.<br><br>It begins, then, with her children. There were six in total: four boys, two girls. None of them were married at the time, and all were in their mid-twenties. <br><br>It was with the slew of grandchildren that things get murky. There were three main relationships. The first was my grandfather and his sister. They had three children, two boys and a girl. The second was my grandpa's sister's daughter and his son. They had two boys. The third, and last, was my grandfather's sister's son and his daughter. They had a girl, who is my mother, and a boy.<br><br>I only ever knew my father, and he was the son of the third relationship. He was the child of my grandpa's son and his sister. The two most responsible for my grandpa's sister's downfall, after my grandpa himself, were the children of the second relationship.<br><br>The house was in disrepair when they moved in. Everyone pitched in. I suppose.<br><br>The compound began with four houses, one for each of the relationships. The children of the first relationship got lumber, and the children of the second relationship got the land itself. The children of the third got the vehicles and tools. My mom had a slew of half and full siblings, but all of us were family. <br><br>Things went sour when my mom was ten, and her brother died. It was his birthday. The family was having a BBQ. All three relationships were well on their way to having children. My aunt was the child of the second relationship, she was the same age as my mother. My uncle was the son of the first, he was 11.<br><br>He was playing on the playground when he fell off. My mom and aunt were with him. <br><br>It was an accident, I'm certain. But my grandpa blamed himself. He had been playing with my uncle just a few minutes before, had lifted him up to see the view. He thought he had hurt him, slew him. He drank, more and more, and eventually, he got wasted, and then he got busy. He had six more kids with his sister, three each with her daughter and son. <br><br>She got pregnant, first with the son. The daughter came a few months later. They were born close together. My grandpa's son had a child with her when she turned 12. She had another child a year later, again with her half-brother, and then she was gone. Both boys were given to the state, each with different foster families. They were the only two to be removed. My grandpa, and his sister, and their son, were charged with incest. She was given a suspended sentence, because she was "not in her right mind." He was given time served plus five years probation. His son was given a year in prison, and five years probation. Neither served the full time. My grandpa's brother was given five years probation. He served half. <br><br>She got pregnant, again, with twins, when she was 17. She died during childbirth. My grandpa's sister died at 20, during childbirth, with my grandpa's son. The twins were given to the family, but were removed after she died. Her son was given to his father, my grandpa's nephew. He was removed after he was beaten to a pulp. <br><br>She had died giving birth to my half-uncle. He died when he was two, run over by a car. My grandpa was driving. He was given five years probation. <br><br>I come from a slew of incestuous relationships.