I’ll never forget an argument my mom and pop had. Dad was trying to leave through the garage door, and my mom blocked the door. Dad ain’t hit her, but he threw her out of the way. I went and grabbed my dad, and my lil bro went to attend to my mama. We were mad at my dad for a few days, and dad went and slept on the couch them days. After them days, my dad gathered us all in the living room, apologized to my mama and told us he’d never do that again. It was over some cheating shyt. Pop got me and my brothers in a room, and told us he didn’t cheat on my mama. He reiterated he’d never do that again, and he let his emotions get the best of him.
That’s the only time that I know he’s ever touched my mom. She forgave him so we moved on. Honestly, it wasn’t our business to begin with, but as boys we were gonna protect our mom. Till this day he apologizes for that. It’s funny, because as time has passed, I notice the love between them gets stronger.