tagNonConsent/ReluctanceMy Tainted Aunt  My Tainted Aunt   When
my Uncle George was killed in a mysterious road accident, I was
devastated. It would seem that as he had been coming over to
pick me up for a football match, his BMW failed to take a tight
bend on the hilly road from their house and went over the cliff
edge. The car had exploded on impact and his remains consumed by
the ensuing holocaust, there was nothing left to recover and the
verdict had been accidental death.  He was more like a father to
me than my own Dad, his brother, was. It wasn't Dad's fault that
he had to spend so much time away from home, it was his job and
I had grown up with the fact that he couldn't be there when I
was playing football or learning to ride a bike, or doing any of
the other things that Dads normally do with their sons. Uncle
George did though and as he and Aunt Marjory never had kids, he
spent all the time he could with me and over the years, she grew
to resent this. It wasn't until after his untimely death that I
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