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Creepy ex-boyfriend of June Oswald
So what does this have to do with this blog's subject matter? Well, in that NYT interview, June tells one of the all-time great psycho ex-boyfriend stories. There's always been this little group that's followed us — Mom, Rachel and me — and calls us and is fascinated by anything surrounding us. My first serious boyfriend — that's what he was fascinated about. He tracked me down. He said things when we were together like he really wanted to have children because "that would be the blood of Lee Harvey Oswald that was flowing through the kids." So he moved to Boston and wanted me to join him. I move all the way up there, and his parents wouldn't even let us stay in his house because I was the daughter of Lee Harvey Oswald. They said it would depreciate the value of their home. Then I find out he's been doing some quote-unquote assassination research. So I ended up supporting him. Anyway, the only person I knew up there was Priscilla Johnson McMillan, who wrote my mother's book. We stayed with her for the summer. My boyfriend would sneak down to Priscilla's basement and read all her old files. He sold an article for an astronomical amount back then — I think it was $25,000. The way I finally woke up was, one night he said, "I'm gonna sell an article to Penthouse or Playboy" — I forget which — "and it's about your mother. I'm convinced that your mother and Priscilla had a sexual relationship." So I said, O.K, this is it. Just get out.
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