I remember my Dad screaming at my mother and oldest sister that they were God Almighty and Little Jesus. God, I hated being locked in a bedroom with my sisters and my my mother, just trying not to get beat. We always studied the Watchtower, which just made me negative toward it later in life. We just jumped for joy when he went out for beer, and we could come out and be quasi-normal. Then he came back and we had to hide.
Enough for now.
JK