I had a great aunt that I loved dearly. She was Christian, classy and well educated for a woman of that time. She and her husband .....my grandfather's brother lived within blocks of us and I visited almost daily. She had several sons and a daughter she cherished. At that time all the kids were grown with families of their own.
She died a few years ago at almost a hundred years old. I had the chance to speak to her pastor a year or so before she died. He told me that she felt that her biggest sin ever was enjoying christian romance novels.
At her funeral.....that same pastor had the oddest funeral ever for her. It was all about forgiveness and mental illness.
Turns out that sweet great aunt had a son I had never met but had heard of in rare times. I thought he'd estranged himself from the family for some reason.
Turns out my great aunt hated him and always had. He was her first born and she denied him from delivery. She insited....although he was born at home with her mother and sisters attending that he was not his. She had given birth to a girl and someone had switched babies. She would not hold him or nurse him. She said she hated him and wished him gone or dead or both. She could not be trusted with him. The extended family stepped in to raise him. He never really lived with his family. If they tried to have him live home...his mother would either ignore him or tell him she hated him and that he was not her child. When he was in his very early teens he hired himself out as a live in farm hand and never really contacted his family much.
As his mother's life was coming to an end he tried again to reconnect with her and the family. He was in his early eighties. She still wanted nothing to do with him. He was heartbroken again....the family...even his elderly brothers and sisters still sided with their mother. They hardly knew him and only knew him as someone their mother truly hated.
I was gobsmacked to find this out. What could happen to make a mother hate her own child so much? Why one child and not the rest? How could a woman appear so utterly normal and do a fine job raising her other children and be so hateful to her firstborn? Back then...outward appearances were crucial. It was soooo covered up. It was like he didn't exist.
From what I have heard he was a broken man most of his life. He really tried toward the end of his life he worked with the pastor and other family members to reconnect with them. It failed
To tell the truth, it sounds like he may have been born because of rape or worse, although we never really know what might set someone else off. One of my grandmother's sisters was like that with her first son. She had a terrible relationship with his father, and she said it reminded her of it every time she looked at thim. My grandmother raised him until he joined the marines. His mother never did change her mind about him, but his brothers (from her second marriage) did accept him into their dysfunctional little family.