I just got in another argument with my mother about that dad that shot his daughter’s laptop

ironmanned:

She was talking to my grandmothers about how “awesome” it was, how his daughter needed to learn to respect him, and that she got what she deserved.

I love my mom and she’s done a lot to take care of me, and I respect the hell out of her, but not when she talks about shit like that.

What that father did was use a deadly weapon to silence his daughter. If she was being a little shit, you know what, kids do that. It does not excuse violence and a psychologically abusive climate of fear.

My mother brought up the fact that she and my dad used to spank us or use the belt on us [re: me and my siblings] when we were out of turn or being disrespectful, and she made the assertion that it taught me to respect my parents. I said, “It didn’t teach me to respect you. What it taught me was that if I said something you or Dad didn’t like, I would get hit. It made me afraid of speaking out. It didn’t teach me respect. It taught me fear.”

And then I just walked away.

(Fuente: coulsonisms, vía homoerotics)