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overreaction, or not?
tigerlily:
Sorry- the previous post (guest) was mine- I forgot to log in.
Moonflower:
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Ellie:
Tigerlily,
Wow! I had forgotten my Nparents telling me I had spoiled myself. You're right - how can a child spoil themselves, and if they could, how could one raised by Ns?
Nmom also beat with a belt and switch. She would tell me to go out in the backyard and rip a switch off the tree for my beating. Of course, being the little child I was, I brought in the smallest limb I could reach and find. It would infuriate her so much that she would grab the belt, beat with it on her way outside to rip off a bigger switch, pulling me with her and yelling all the time she's ripping off the new switch, then beat me with switches in both hands, yelling at me that "see they both can hurt". Then I was dared to cry, if I cried, I got it again and again until I stopped crying - imagine that, a child getting switched all over forcing themself to stop crying thru the pain so the beating would stop. Nparents refute any of that happened. But I vividly remember as though it was yesterday. And the punishment was probably for something like eating a piece of candy she had hidden for herself, but I ate it and lied about it. I couldn't tell the truth; if I did, I wouldn't be here today!
Discounted Girl:
Boy, they sure are monsters -- anyone who wants to jump on the bandwagon and expose them, come on !! :!: I don't remember the NQueen beating me with anything except her tongue with her lies and smear compaigns and efforts to embarrass her little girl. I do, however, remember one time while my dad was whipping me with a belt that I looked at her and she was laughing, not smiling or smirking, but outright laughing. What a pig. :x I can still hear her whispering to my dad, telling him lies about something or other that I had or had not done, and how he looked at me while he listened to her, and how ashamed I felt, but I didn't know why. My mouth would go dry and my little heart would hammer and I would think, "Oh, I'm in so much trouble!" But, then I would try to figure out what I had done and I couldn't understand. :?: Many nights I lay awake wondering why I was such a disappointment to her -- those nights continued for 40 years till the brick fell on my head and the lights came on. :idea: All my friends' parents liked me and treated me so nice, then I would go home and hear about what a rotten person I was. Aye, carumba ! :roll:
Moonflower:
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