I took quite a few beatings with belts, horsewhips, fists. Still have physical scars, deviated septum, and a cracked skull. Been punched so hard my shoes flew off. My dad was a narcissist maniac and would be in jail acting that way these days. The son of a bitch finally died.
I took quite a few beatings with belts, horsewhips, fists. Still have physical scars, deviated septum, and a cracked skull. Been punched so hard my shoes flew off. My dad was a narcissist maniac and would be in jail acting that way these days. The son of a bitch finally died.
The worst whooping I got was I was about 7 and ran out into the road. There weren't any cars around, but my folks taught me to look both ways. I didn't do that. I got the belt then and there
From then on I never crossed the street without looking both ways.