My mom never ever beat me.
My dad did.
It probably started when I was in 1st grade, when I broke one of my dads glass cups... It was on accident, I guess he didn't see it that way though.
My brother got beat the most, but my mom was so pissed with my dad after he beat us, telling him to handle it a different way... Until my mom finally divorced him.
After the divorce, my sister, Michelle, was very pleased that she wouldn't get beat. My mom punished us with about no TV for 3 weeks, which was better than a beating.
My other sister, Jenny, was probably the happiest . She has accidentally hit my dad in the back while she was practicing ballet moves, and she got beat for like 10 minutes!
I've always been afraid of my father. I don't visit him often.
The beating stopped, of course, when my parents divorced when I was 9.
My mom never laid a finger on us, just giving us a long talk after we did something bad. Then she would give us a punishment, (The "No TV for 3 weeks" punishment applied to Michelle, Jenny, Vienna and I, and the "No video games for a month" punishment applied to my brother.)
My mother is my all. I love her alot.
I still hate my dad deep inside for all the beatings, but of course, there's a spot of me that loves him... But there's a spot that always hates him, and it's growing bigger every day.
That man has big anger issues.
You have a lucky dad.
I actually loved my friends more than my dad!
I even remember all of their names;
Anna, Emma, Kathleen, Michael, Patrick, Miles, Plinio, Saoirse, Mary, Liza, Kevin, Elizabeth, Aidan, Yvon, Anya, Alex. We had 4 doubles; Fiona, Lia, Zachary, Miles.
BUT MEH LOVE MEH GRANDMA MORE THAN ANYTHING!
she's only 72.
I was like Little Red Riding Hood except I didn't get eaten by a wolf, thank gosh.