Dog leash
I’m not sure what I had done or said. I guess remembering that isn’t important. I was about 10 years old and whatever I did put my mom in a rage. I’m running through the house with my mom chasing me. I run into the bathroom and try to hide in a little cubby we had under the sink. I got my body in, but my back was exposed. She comes into the bathroom, finds me and starts whipping my back with a dog leash. She was screaming at me and whipping and whipping. I was screaming and crying for her to stop, but that just made her madder. She must have whipped me for at least 5 minutes. She suddenly stops, drops the dog leash and walks out of the bathroom. It took me quite a while to stop crying and to even stand up. My back was full of welts and hurt. A couple hours later, I walk outside and moms sitting at the table in our front yard. I start to walk past her, she stops me, and looking me straight in the eyes, says, “It was your own fault for making me so mad that I lost control.” Maybe she did me a favor. Because of that statement, I’m all about control. After hearing that, I swore that I would never lose control and hurt one of my children, or anyone else for that matter.