Jan 5, 2016

like a true sp**, when i cursed or did something bad i would get whippings with a belt or have to kneel on rice for a bit. The whippings stopped as soon as i hit the point in life where i laughed when i got hit. They knew it wasn't working anymore.

 

Jan 5, 2016

As baby Pooh I used to get those hard a--- spankings if I was out of line from my mom & dad. As I got older, sometimes my mom would just straight up put hands on me, eventually graduating to common kitchen utensils like wooden spoons & spatulas.

My pops was more old fashioned, but just as creative. I could write a legit short story on all of our battles. Anything from blind side shots, slap boxing, head locks, wrestling, dead legs, nothing was off the table. One time he'd asked why I hadn't mowed the lawn yet, I was like well, I just woke up. Wrong answer. He ran up on me, pulled my hoodie over my head and hit me with a barrage of head and body shots. Ended up mowing the lawn and cleaning the f---ing gutters. He was probably a little over the top and overreacted on at least a dozen occasions, but I love him and understand it was coming from a good place, especially considering the smart a---/dickhead I used to be when talking to him sometimes.

 

Jan 5, 2016

s--- I thought my dad was rough, at least he never named any of the things he hit me with lol.

The feeling of your parents not being able to physically hurt you anymore is every bit as gratifying as your first smash.

 

Jan 5, 2016

Let Me Tell You A Story From My Past:

So as a kid, maybe only 6 or 7 at this point, we werent allowed to have food upstairs at all cause of bugs or some s---. My sisters and I knew that if this rule wasnt followed, the unyeilding wrath of dads leather belt would come down and beat your little punk a--- like Games goons on Stitches. Seeing as I was the youngest, I was the victim of constant fuckery. So, one day my sister planted an entire loaf of bread under pillow, and went and snitched on my a---. idk who the f--- straight munches on loaves of white bread (like how the f--- you gonna believe that dad) but im grown now, im not bitter. My dad comes in so pissed as if i was enough of a little s--- to try some dumb fuckery like that. Hells fury itself came down on my 7 year old a--- that night and my sister was just dying in her room, little b----. Moral of the story: you cant trust nobody out here not even blood.

 

Jan 5, 2016

Be grateful you got a little smacked. Kids nowadays are protected by all sorts of laws and agencies.

 

Jan 5, 2016

s--- was the worst b, had my knees full of call of duty snow footprints.

 

Jan 5, 2016

I got so many races in me im a walking rainbow fr

 

Jan 5, 2016

Im not white

mom is half white tho

wait this contradicts

nvm im white

 

Jan 5, 2016

I was too scared of my mom tbh.. she'd count 1.. 2 and then i'd be too p---- to defy her.

 

Jan 5, 2016

wtf, my parents just used their hands

f---in cacs (and punjabis)

 

Jan 5, 2016

d--- can't imagine. He stopped f---ing with me when I was like 16, he's still tough as h--- though.

Lol you can't imagine. Closest I've ever felt to actually dying.

s/o @Spatula for the s-----y thread, giving us a place to discuss our tough love war stories.

 

Jan 5, 2016

best realization when my mom would be like "get over here" and i knew i could just get some love taps and walk back in my room to play games

 

Jan 6, 2016

my mom was big on the wooden spoon. I was always scared on pasta night cause I didn't know if I was getting a good meal or an a--- beating. But yeah, once I got a little older and it didn't hurt I'd just start laughing which would piss her off more and make her swing harder and make me laugh more. Got that, the belt and soap