Little bit of a personal story. My mom is a back woods country type, alcoholic unfortunately. My dad, a Vietnam vet with extreme PTSD. My parents got divorced when i was 5. Mom would get drunk, and take me on drives. Take me up to the mountains, to a bar. Leave me in the car for hours. Come back out and we'd go home. All while my Dad was at work. (worked 2 jobs at the time). I have memories of watching mom throw objects at dad in a drunken rage. From microwaves to irons. I would be hiding in a corner or under a table. I did get hit a few times, just caught in the crossfire.
Dad never beat me. I DID get spanked when i was young. When i was in my early teens dad hand made a paddle, called the "Knock you on your ass stick". He only used it twice on me. I never was a "bad" kid, always "yes sir, no sir, yes ma'am, no ma'am". Just raised the right way. (Not sayin none of yall were). When i turned 16 i decided that i deserved the whole world and wanted it right now! You know what i'm talking about. Typical 16 year old stuff. Had an attitude. Reckon that came from bein teased at school at a constant, mind numbing pace, and coming from a broken home. Dad and i were argueing about something, dont remember now. I kept saying "Get off my back! Get outta my face!" to pops. He got me by my throat, shoved me up against the wall, told me if i ever say that again ill regret it. So, in typical manner, i said "Get off my back and go f*** yourself". BAM. He let me go, and slapped me into oblivion. I remember waking up, and runnin out the door. Ran away to a cousins house for a week, finally had to come home. Came home STILL with an attitude. Dad told me if i kept cussin at him he'll call the cops. Told him "You dont have the tits" (We STILL laugh about that line hahaha) He called the cops on me sure nough. It was a long night, but we eventually got through it. I straightened up, and turned out alright.
Now i love my mom to death. She quit drinking so much when i turned 18. We got into a HUGE argument, she told me that i dont know what i'm talking about. I remember saying "Great, i'm being screamed at by a f****** drunk", then i left her house. That was the turning point for her. Ended up telling her that i will not continue to have a relationship with her if she keeps drinking. I simply couldnt handle the drunk calls every night, crying, all worked up about something. Mom is good now. She got remarried to a POS (my opinion, not hers), and is doing good.
My dad and i have a fantastic relationship. We've had our problems in the past. But everything that happened made me a better person. I'm proud of the way i was raised.
This video is horrible. I totally believe that she did that whole thing for attention. When mom used to throw me around and slap me around, i sure as hell wasnt just walking it off like she was. I do NOT agree with how excessive they were though. Parents have some screws loose, that's for sure.
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