armylifer
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Bill, I cannot count the number of times that my mom whipped me with a belt or anything handy. When she was done whipping me I always heard "just wait 'til your father gets home". Mom would always wait until after supper to tell dad of my infraction and then he would hold court. He would always ask if what mom told him was true. If we said yes then we would get a spanking from him and sent to bed. If we said no, he would ask if mom was lying. Of course there was no correct answer to that one and we would still get spanked and sent to be.
My parents never charged me rent but my mom would "borrow" money from me every week and I would never see it again.
From the time that I was 14 years old until I was 18 years old, I was in an apprenticeship to become a baker. I worked at one of the largest bakeries in Wisconsin at that time. One day I got into an altercation with my bosses son about how many apples he told me to core for apple pies that week. He got pissed off because I cored 10 crates more than he thought he told me to. He ranted that now we had to have a sale on apple pies to get rid of all the extra pies we had no make. I argued with him instead of just shutting up and letting him rant, so he fired me.
I went home and told my mom that I was fired from my baker's apprenticeship. The next day my boss came to the house and asked my mom where I was. She said I was still in bed (it was 6am). He came into my bedroom and literally rolled me out of bed and told me to get to work, that his son could not fire me because he was not the boss. I told him I wanted to quit because I did not want to work with Junior anymore. He said "tough shit" and told me to get into the truck and get the deliveries done. He got my mom to drive him back to the bakery. I was stewing while I made the deliveries on my route and I slowly came to realize that I had no choice but to go back to work and suck it up. He did give me a 5 cent pay raise though. I sometimes wonder if there was some collusion between my boss and my mom in that little episode.
I think that all of us in our 60's and over probably have some very similar stories to tell, some like yours worse than others. But you know what? At least I had two parents growing up and even though I hated their brand of love, I still love them, minus the beatings of course.
My parents never charged me rent but my mom would "borrow" money from me every week and I would never see it again.
From the time that I was 14 years old until I was 18 years old, I was in an apprenticeship to become a baker. I worked at one of the largest bakeries in Wisconsin at that time. One day I got into an altercation with my bosses son about how many apples he told me to core for apple pies that week. He got pissed off because I cored 10 crates more than he thought he told me to. He ranted that now we had to have a sale on apple pies to get rid of all the extra pies we had no make. I argued with him instead of just shutting up and letting him rant, so he fired me.
I went home and told my mom that I was fired from my baker's apprenticeship. The next day my boss came to the house and asked my mom where I was. She said I was still in bed (it was 6am). He came into my bedroom and literally rolled me out of bed and told me to get to work, that his son could not fire me because he was not the boss. I told him I wanted to quit because I did not want to work with Junior anymore. He said "tough shit" and told me to get into the truck and get the deliveries done. He got my mom to drive him back to the bakery. I was stewing while I made the deliveries on my route and I slowly came to realize that I had no choice but to go back to work and suck it up. He did give me a 5 cent pay raise though. I sometimes wonder if there was some collusion between my boss and my mom in that little episode.
I think that all of us in our 60's and over probably have some very similar stories to tell, some like yours worse than others. But you know what? At least I had two parents growing up and even though I hated their brand of love, I still love them, minus the beatings of course.
