When I was young I had an aunt and uncle, both have since passed away. They were together for years, never married, no children of their own. I always liked both of them but there was something strange about my uncle that I could never put my finger on. Things like he would never be at big family celebrations like Christmas and if I asked questions about him I was never given a straight answer. I’ve since found out that he was married to another woman and had a daughter who was older than my aunt. He lived between the 2 houses and both women were fully aware of the situation although neither were happy with it.
He and my aunt used to take me on holiday with them and on days out, so they could “play happy families and pretend I was their own child” according to my mum. AIBU to feel disgusted that I was used in this way as a child? Happy to be told that I am, it just doesn’t sit right with me.