Restangled~remember the young people song, where the chorus was "he says use the rod" la la la...my mom would look at me at that point in the song at the KH and smirk at me like it was a big joke.
I got hit with a wooden paddle until I was 16, I may have been 17. Pants down and all. As I got older it was worse. It would be the paddle 1st, then my mom would step in kicking and punching me...mom would slap me across the face if I decided to go above and beyond cleaning the house for her. This one time, she asked me to do a touch up vaccum, I decided to vaccum under the plant holders too, she saw me and freaked, and slapped me right across the face.
The last straw was when I was 16-17, got beat as above, then my mom sat me down in the kitchen in front of the microwave and proceeded to cut 8 inches off my hair to show me some humility.
I always hated the fact that they would want me to come out of my room and tell them that I loved them after the beatings. Why did they do that to me? Thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach....gotta clear my head...all the beatings were because I went school with other JW kids, and they would tell their parents what I was doing, sure I kissed a worldy boy, that is as bad as I was.
Enough said.
Nikki