I love the way you wrote this. My dad was violent, too and I also have a belt story, which is not funny but this other time when I was little my family was traveling and we were all settling into our hotel room (one room for all 5 of us) and my little brother and I were wired from being in the car for probably 10 hours and hyper, giddy and silly and we were carrying on and we didn't listen to the warnings and then my dad stormed over and said he was going to flatten us and my little brother and I, both in the bed, started laughing and my little brother piped up and said "how do you get flattened?" and we both went crazy laughing. And yes, consequences later, but I do (weirdly) love this one specific memory, which your story brought back to the surface. Thank you.
This made me laugh! Delightful post Denise!
Thanks Rea :)
What a splendid story! My dad reminds me of yours except that mine never resorted to a belt. His words were his favorite tool of intimidation. 🙄
Yes mine was mainly about the words, too, but I never cared. I was sad for mum though since she took it all to heart.
I love the way you wrote this. My dad was violent, too and I also have a belt story, which is not funny but this other time when I was little my family was traveling and we were all settling into our hotel room (one room for all 5 of us) and my little brother and I were wired from being in the car for probably 10 hours and hyper, giddy and silly and we were carrying on and we didn't listen to the warnings and then my dad stormed over and said he was going to flatten us and my little brother and I, both in the bed, started laughing and my little brother piped up and said "how do you get flattened?" and we both went crazy laughing. And yes, consequences later, but I do (weirdly) love this one specific memory, which your story brought back to the surface. Thank you.
I love that, and it's exactly the same vibe!
Ooh bless you both! I learned that avoiding the wooden spoon wasn’t worth it, too!
Brrrr. The thought of it makes me quake, Denise. I very rarely got smacked (never belted) but the memory still fills me with fear.