60 years ago I came home from my first day at grade school afraid to tell my mother my teachers name was Mr Dam because I was sure I would get my mouth washed out with soap. ‘‘Twas rough times back long ago!
I just refused to go to my grandfather’s … don’t have to turn down my mother’s because there’s not going to be one. Yay.
I never had an emotional problem with giving my baby up for adoption, I would have repeated the cycle. It was the right choice practically speaking, too.
60 years ago I came home from my first day at grade school afraid to tell my mother my teachers name was Mr Dam because I was sure I would get my mouth washed out with soap. ‘‘Twas rough times back long ago!
Dam that’s harsh.
Couldn’t even use dang as a replacement word. She made my world the hell she was trying to keep me away from.
Ah yes, washing your mouth out with soap and water … the gentle form of parental correction.
God fucking damn I hated that worse than being hit.
3” razor strap with all our names written on it. My wife had to force me to go to my mother’s funeral!
I just refused to go to my grandfather’s … don’t have to turn down my mother’s because there’s not going to be one. Yay.
I never had an emotional problem with giving my baby up for adoption, I would have repeated the cycle. It was the right choice practically speaking, too.