When I was a kid my Mom used to beat the hell out of me with a wooden board. I got it about twice a month, for 10 or 11 years.
It caused me a lot of problems, when I was 8 years old, I had a recurrent nightmare about being chased around my house by a Wicked Witch. And the witch had
my Mom's face. I would wake up sweating from that nightmare and I had it repeatedly for years.
Finally, I was 15 years old, she came up into my bedroom, mad about something, and she pulled my belt out of my pants that were setting on the chair there, and she was screaming at me and was going to give me a whipping with my own belt. At that point, she hadn't hit me in about a year.
And I realized, I was a varsity football player, I was lifting weights, and I was bigger and stronger than the old bitch.
I grabbed the belt out of her hands, and told her to get the hell out of my room. And I said "You have hit me for the last time!"
She ran from the room crying. She never tried to hit me again.
That was a turning point in my life, I realized that I had physical strength and could stand up to evil forces in the universe.
And, I realized that there are physical bullies in the world, who will beat you up, just because they are stronger than you are.
That is why I took karate for 3 years, and that is why I have loaded pistols in the house. I don't intend to be bullied any more. If a bully knows
you will fight back and they might get hurt, they will go looking for someone who is weak.
She died a month ago, I don't miss her much. I see stories on tv or in the movies where someone describes their Mom as their best friend. That idea is just mind boggling to me, that you could be friends with your mom.
Damn, that sucks SK, Mom popped me on the cheek for saying something smart when I was about 14, I grabbed her arms at the wrists and said please don't ever do that again, i said you can take that belt and whip me till you cant swing it anymore, just don't hit me in the face.
When a young boy looks at his mothers face and see's a hammer/hatchet handle protruding from her head, you have to let them know, I believe neither moms or young boys have a handle on a young mans potential aggression and control of the bang switch, she cried while I had her wrists, and said she'd never hit me in the face again, I was happy, her butt whippings didn't hurt anyway.
