The most striking thing I recall is back when I was ten or so. Mom's sister, (aunt Joanie) used to
meet dad sometimes at lunch time. We would all have a soup and sandwich then they would send me to my room to take a nap. Our house was modest and I could hear noises from one room to another, most times with words unclear but I sometimes heard Auntie moaning loudly and laughing, then some hushed words.

These meetings lasted off and on for around two years while mom, a hospital nurse, had daytime shifts. A few years later the meetings had ended but I finally realized what was going on. I never brought up the subject and just put it out of my mind. Reading some posts on here reminded me of the event.