Now as I said in my last blog I had no siblings growing up and well my mother and I had a very tumultuous relationship. My dad was the best. I can only remember 2 times that my dad hit me. Once was when I was about 8 and I ran away to my then best friends house Karen why I am not sure. But when Mom and Dad found me I was in big shit. Dad actually brought out the strap man oh man it hurt. The second time was when I was 16 I was in grade 11. It was September I remember the month cause it was initiation week at my high school. My dads best friend of many years Ill call him Uncle P's daughter started Grade 9 at my school. Well at my school if you were caught talking to a Grade 9'er during initiation week and you were in grade 11 or 12 you would have been called to Kangaroo Court. Well I didn't want to end up in Kangaroo Court. There was no way in hell I was going to speak to her at all. I guess she got mad and she saw me smoking ( which I was not allowed to do) and went home and told her parents that I was smoking and I wouldn't talk to her at school. Well you can guess what happened next right. Well man did I ever get beat. And i mean beaten. Between my mom and dad they hit me pretty damn good. I had bruises on my face and patches of hair missing. I can remember my Mom standing there and yelling at dad to smack my face. I had never seen my dad or my mom so mean and hateful. My mom kept yelling at me and yanking my head back. I can't remember how long this "beating" went on but it felt like forever. I remember it was still fairly light out when I went to bed that night. I was so sore. This happened on a weekend so by the time Monday rolled around I was not as bruised and I wanted to stay home but my mom made me go to school, so I did. I didn't usually go in the main doors of the school but that day I did just so I could walk by the office so someone could see what I looked like. One of the guidance counselors saw me and pulled me into his office. I told him what happened and he wanted to call Children's Aid I said don't cause I deserved it. And plus I didn't say it to him but I was afraid that I would end up getting beaten again if he did do that.
After that epsiode my relationship with my mother deteriorated even more. As for my dad I could tell he was so full of remorse and he made up for it by sticking by my side even more when it came to me wanting to go to dances or go out with my friends. He went head to head with mom on numerous occasions. I did forgive my dad but never forgot what he did to me. But it took me years to forgive my mother and have never forgotten that day. My mom was not a very nuturing mother. I know she loved me in her own way but we didn't have that warm fuzzy mother daughter relationship at all.
Now you are probably wondering how I felt towards the girl that caused this beating well I never spoke to her at school. There were times I wanted to give her a taste of what I had endured. I never did. And it is only since Facebook came along that I reconnected with her . Even with that I am still holding some resentment towards her. I don't think she realizes what she caused.
I didn't realize how cleansing this could be but reading back over what I have put down here the tears flowed I think this is the first time I have cried over this incident since the night it happened.
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