Me, I got married to my high school sweetie. But it was either that or have my block knocked off on a regular basis, and trust me, Daddy was the best deterrent going.Ī smart woman probably would've gone away to an all-girl school or moved in with some girlfriends at the first opportunity. You might think that's cynical but guess who the target was if no one else was around and they were tired of fighting each other? I must've spent half my childhood locked in the bathroom, screaming, "Dad's gonna get you when he gets home." I know, I know, nobody likes a stoolie. That was sorta nice, although I personally believe it had more to do with the fact that guys just like to fight than with any towering concern for my welfare. When anybody messed with me they were always quick with an offer to beat them up. According to my sweet baby boy, if you're the minority sex in the household, you oughtta be putting it up for them.
And they don't even have the grace to be embarrassed about it. I've got a hint for those of you raised in a less spit-and-scratch world: check before you sit, because chances are that seat is gonna be up. They diluted M'ma's influence by diverting my attention to things like the danger of answering nature's call in the dead of the night. I grew up in a household with two brothers, a daddy, and my grandfather.
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