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Family Secrets/Life/Fiction
Recently, my husband died of a drug overdose, and now my mom, Jena, shared a family secret — Is he my uncle or what?
Jena's story.
“The truth sets us free, but it first makes us miserable.” — Sandra Wilson.
My father is my mom's brother. Is he my uncle or what?
Things are not always as they appear or sound. The dark blue color is not black — pay attention and look closely.
My name is Zita. I'm a twenty-five-year-old single mother of three young children, and I live in Tarrysugar, NY.
My husband, Freedom, died of a drug overdose last year, and he left behind his grandparents, parents, and young family. It is awful, I have been a single mother for a few months now, and it seems like a hell-fire description in the Holy Bible.
A few days ago, my mom shared a family secret, and it has yet to sink in. For the first time, I recently disclosed the cause of my husband's death. Freedom died of a drug overdose, not a natural cause, as I told our family members, friends, and Pastor.
I had previously lied and covered up the cause of his death because he was a Wall Street drug user, and…
