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Looking back on things, I can’t really blame her for leaving. Things at home weren’t very pleasant. Depending on how much he had to drink, we never really knew what to expect.
My sister and I had to be very careful when we ate dinner. God forbid we drop a fork. If he only had a six-pack to drink that night, we would be taunted and laughed at. If he hit the hard liquor, we were sure to come away with a few bruises or a black eye. The belt was never far away either. I can’t tell you how many times I had welts on my bottom from the lashings I received.
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