Today I learned that my grandfather actually cheated on my grandmother with what seems to have been multiple women in the past. It sucks because I used to think of their relationship as being the most stable one I've been around growing up but I guess that was a lie. The worst part is that apart of me wasn't even suprised. I always had this small part of me that had doubts about their relationship being as good as I thought it was but I always suppressed it.
My dad's childhood and adolescent years and his relationship with his parents was more dysfunctional than I realized (albeit, not as dysfunctional as my mom's side if the family).
I also found out more about my mom cheating on my dad in the past and she seems to have been pretty toxic. I wonder if she lied about my dad cheating on her, along with him being abusive towards her...
Being an adult is weird since it means that my parents view me as old enough to know about all these fucked up things going on within our family. I feel conflicted about this. On one hand, I like being able to finally find out about these things and finally piece together the reality of those around me. On the otherhand, it makes me feel cynical about life. Whenever I see a happy couple my first instinct is to question if they even are a happy couple or if it's just a facade.
It doesn't matter. Nothing really matters. Actual good solid relationships are rare. Couples are usually either toxic, abusive, or one or both patries are cheating on each other or all of the above. Most famillies are dysfunctional with parents viewing and treating their children as property rather than human-beings and most friendships are toxic and/or nearly always fade away over time.
I'm not going to act as though I am better than my dad, mom, grandfather, or ex-stepmother, because I'm not. I'm a shitty person too. It's just a lot, you know. Learning about the darker aspects of your family that have been kept from you for most of yoir life is a lot. Sorry for the vent.