Now that I think about it, I did get in little scuffles with my pops when some of our arguments got really heated. There were no fist being thrown, more like a wrestling match while he tried to throw me out the house. Only time I raised my arm was to block those whoopings from the belt. My father has a short temper when arguing and so do I. I guess that is where I got it from.
Still love the guy.
The thought of arguing with my Mom's tho and putting hands on her, just never.
Still love the guy.
The thought of arguing with my Mom's tho and putting hands on her, just never.
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