My father was old school. Spare the rod, all that stuff. My mother...
I don’t know how she lived with it. She was intelligent and beautiful and yet
she let him run the house and run her life.
As I grew up, I would have thought my father would ease up,
but instead he got worse, I got beaten daily for all the sins I didn’t confess
to, and to ‘make me a man’.
When I finally fought back, it was such an intense release,
until he didn’t get back up.
Turns out she was even smarter than I thought.
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