"The perfect Dad
My Father never lost his temper. No, that was always someone else's responsibility - it was something we just did to ourselves. Recently I reminded Mom about the time that he took me out behind the house, cut a willow switch and horsewhipped me. I was about five, give or take a year. She excused him because that's the way that his god-fearing parents treated him. And, "He just did that because you didn't come when he called." I may have hung up on her. I certainly felt like it.
That's when it started. From then on I only deserved to be whipped, shunned, threatened and cut down. Oh, he provided the necessities of life, food, clothing and shelter. He just couldn't love, the thing I wanted most. Mom has never been able to understand why I tried to kill myself, back when I was 17 and 23. She just can't understand how anyone could think that way. But then, I never saw him whip her or scream in her face. That was just my problem. And she never said boo about it.
Not long ago, she was crying to me about how much it hurts her that her family (children, he's dead now) can't get along. Then she goes and does something that just sticks a knife in and twists. She told me that she can't see me Sunday afternoon because she's going over to my brother's house to celebrate Easter and his daughter-in-law's birthday. She always tells me when she can't see me because of the family affairs where I'm not invited.
I could say how that makes me feel, but you have to be careful. Say that the wrong way in the wrong place, and some jackleg psychiatrist, who is glad to tell you that you're just not "self aware" like she is, will get you committed in the local Kangaroo Kounty Kourt, and keep you until you're ready to thank her for "saving" you. As if that could possibly heal the grief. Which family is always so thoughtful to keep alive and fresh.
No, there's nothing like the love of a Christian family. It's like absolutely, positively,