Guess, my parents’ separation wasn’t a complete shock. Those two were destined to split up anyway.
There were times Dad got violent and fought with Mom. When it happened, we youngsters gathered together and wrapped around each other, each of us boohooing and bawling. It wasn’t until we became teenagers that we four eldest banded together to stop Dad from his violent, evil ways. I don’t recall which of my siblings said, “Next time Daddy fights Mommy with the belt, let’s jump him.”
The rest of us replied, “Yeah, let’s take him down!”
For Dad, it was a good thing it didn’t happen, because the odds were against him four to one. It was during their last battle that Mom took a stand. That incident with the broom wasn’t intentional. It started when Dad had hemmed Mom in the washroom.
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