Now keep in mind as you read this I'm writing this all from memory which is hopefully in the chronological order that it actually happened. My parents got married in 1991 and everything was just fine until one day things just went sour. My father started cussing my mother out and started to hit her, when she'd go over to my grandparents house she'd lie to them and say that she ran into the door or something to cover the fact that he had physically abused her. I don't remember much about their marriage but i do remember a couple of things. There was one day my mom had cooked some gumbo(best food group around skuth of I-10 but not with tomatoes!), I had to be about 4 or 5 years old at the time, and she brought my dad his tv tray and his big bowl full to the top with his gumbo and he had his filé on the side and asked my mom for a glass of iced water. My mom gets the glass of water but forgets to put ice so he takes the glass as she's trying to walk through a door and hurls it at her shattering it all in her hair. She went into the bathroom crying and pulling glass out of her hair, I went in there to see what she was doing and she was just standing there in the mirror pulling glass and crying. Then one day when my godparents and their daughter were over I had an accident when we were playing, I was a little kid probably 3 or so, and my dad pulls me out the room puts me over his knee pulls my pants down and tears into my rear with a belt. After that I don't remember too much until after my parents divorced in 1998 then it all just went south from there.
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