My father never made me kneel on grits as a consequence, but would verbally abuse me and wouldn’t let me forget about how many times I’ve screwed up. I’m the oldest out of his four kids, so whether or not it really is my fault, it’s my fault. Lily is the only child, also the only one T. Ray can take his anger out on. In his head, he has the right to treat Lily how he does.. like crap. For one, she is his child, someone younger than him and smaller than him. Two, she killed her mother, something that wasn’t intended, but to someone like T. Ray it’s something worth punishing for since she was the reason his wife died. And three, she’s a girl, just like her mother.. someone who could easily leave him. I grew up worshipping my father, I was like his little puppy dog, and it was like that until I REALLY started growing up. As i got older, I got smarter and more aware of what my life was. I remember watching my dad wrap his hands around my mom’s neck and slam her on top of the table we would eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner on. I remember hearing her crying and fumbling all over the room next to mine. I
My father never made me kneel on grits as a consequence, but would verbally abuse me and wouldn’t let me forget about how many times I’ve screwed up. I’m the oldest out of his four kids, so whether or not it really is my fault, it’s my fault. Lily is the only child, also the only one T. Ray can take his anger out on. In his head, he has the right to treat Lily how he does.. like crap. For one, she is his child, someone younger than him and smaller than him. Two, she killed her mother, something that wasn’t intended, but to someone like T. Ray it’s something worth punishing for since she was the reason his wife died. And three, she’s a girl, just like her mother.. someone who could easily leave him. I grew up worshipping my father, I was like his little puppy dog, and it was like that until I REALLY started growing up. As i got older, I got smarter and more aware of what my life was. I remember watching my dad wrap his hands around my mom’s neck and slam her on top of the table we would eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner on. I remember hearing her crying and fumbling all over the room next to mine. I