Growing up in a family of 5-a mother (use the term loosely) and 3 brothers and me. I vaguely remember my father, but what I do remember he was kind to me and my brothers. My mother was always screaming at him and we would be locked outside while they argued.
In my earliest recollections there was my oldest brother, me and my brother just younger than me. Mother was cooking in the kitchen and it smelled really good and my father was out in the yard playing with me and my older brother, while my little brother played in the flower bed and eating dirt. I must have been about 3 or 4 years old. My mother was calling my father in the house and I guess he didn't move fast enough to suit her and she threw the frying pan at him and it still had food in it, so much for breakfast. Well I don't remember seeing my dad for a very long time after that but some of the events between the next time I got to see him again were: well judge for yourself!
Have you ever been tied to a bed and then threatened that if you get out that you will be beaten.
Have you ever been tied to a bed and threatened that if you got out of bed that the house would catch on fire.
Have you ever been tied to a bed and beatened because you asked not to be tied to a bed.
Have you ever been tied to a bed and had to go to the bathroom and couldn't because if you did you get a beating, the house would catch on fire and we would be taken away from her because we were bad kids who couldn't mind.
Have you ever gone to bed at naptime to wake up and be tied to the bed.
Have you ever gone to bed at nite time to wake up having to go to the bathroom and find yourself tied to the bed and you call for mom thinking that she has to be in the house somewhere and even though you will get a beating you have to go to the bathroom you keep calling her, only to be told by your older brother who is also tied up that mother isn't home! He told me she always ties us up before she leaves! I said no! she is here and I kept calling for her til I cried myself to sleep! When I woke up the next day I wasn't tied to the bed anymore and the bed had different sheets on it and I didn't get a beating! But then I hadn't seen my mother as of yet either!
I went over to my brothers beds and woke them up and said look we are not tied up anymore, mother must be home! We opened our bedroom door and krept into the kitchen and there she was drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette. She said well no water for you today bedwetter! Go get me a switch! Which I did cause if she got it I would get it worse. I remember eating breakfast and being sent back to bed cause I was bad. My oldest brother was told to tie me up and he told her no! So he had to go to bed and I got a beating for him saying no to her! She said she had to go clean a house up the street and she couldn't trust us to stay home by ourselves and that is why she ties us up! Doesn't want to come home to a place thats been burned to the ground-it was for our own good! She took our youngest brother with her this time. My brother got untied about the time the front door slammed shut, I told him that he was going to get into trouble and he said shhhh! and he came over and untied me and we looked out the window to see where she had gone to! He went in to the bathroom and got me some water and said please go to the bathroom now so I can tie you back up before mother gets back. Well she got back shortly after I got tied up again and my brother couldn't get one of his hands tied back up so he got a beating! I felt so bad for him! I also remember that we didn't get supper that nite either!
WEll the next day we got to go with her to the ladies house that she cleaned, I remember my mother saying I am going to show her that I have mouths to feed, how dare her not answer the door to me! We turned the corner and there was a car with red lights on it parked in front of the house we were going to and the front door open! My mother put us inside the front yard and told us to stay there, I wish that I had! But the house was calling me to go inside and I went I couldn't help myself. There was people everywhere and no one even noticed me until I screamed!!!!!!!!!! I had never seen so much blood!!! Everyone came running even my mother! I was on the bed and had the sheet in my hands and my mother getting ready to jerk me off the bed, but a man picked me up first and started talking to me and asked if I knwe what I was looking at? I said is she dead and he said yes and why are you in here? I said the house called me in here! He looked at my mother and said I better not find out you beat her again! My mother was stunned and said she never beats her kids and he asked me how I got all the bruises and I said playing mister, cause I knew if I told the truth to this man I would get a beating, which I probably would anyway.
A picture of my oldest brother, dad and me.
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