Year: 1996 or 97
Time of the year: Probably winter, I don't remember
Country: Ukraine.
I was around 10 or 11 years old. Guests were coming over in one or two days, and my mom was preparing to make some good food for all. I was playing with my brothers and sisters when mom called everyone. "Who took the (specially prepared) meat out of the fridge?" - she yelled. "Now the cat ruined that piece of meat by chewing on it". We all looked around for answers, but no one knew.
I tried to diffuse the situation, I didn't like my mom screaming or yelling. "What are you talking about, what meat? maybe I can remember something" - I said. I really had no interest in food, but maybe I could be helpful. "Common, is meat really that important? We have other food" - I suggested.
She walked close to shoe rack where all the shoes were neatly arranged and said "Come here!". I came next to her, expecting she would probably smack me around couple times with a belt and leave us alone. She didn't look excessively angry, probably more desperate than angry.
"Who did this?" She picked up a small, flat shoe and smacked me with it. "I have no idea, I really have no idea what you're talking about, I never seen that piece of meat in my life" - I pleaded. "Do you realize all that food is ruined now?"
Again I mentioned that there is some other food left, that some special dish she was preparing wasn't the only one thing. She took none of that and beat me till that shoe fell out of her hand and she picked up another bigger shoe.
I was a little bit surprised that she didn't stop beating me yet. She wanted answers when I had none for her. She kept beating me and I felt this was going on for too long. Finally after couple minutes she picked up another shoe and it must have had sharper heel or edge, because after a few whacks something started bleeding on me (probably my face) and she got all apologetic probably because she got scared of the blood and realized she went too far.
She said she didn't mean it and put me in a nice bed (this took place late in the day) and gave me some chocolate she was saving. My brothers and sisters looked a little guilty/concerned that they didn't help me out (not that they could).
As I lay in bed, I was smugly satisfied, seeing the hypocrisy. My mom never apologized for beating us and the only thing that was different from other incidents is that I never bled, even though the shoe beating wasn't any more painful than other beatings. But then again, it's hard to qualitatively compare one beating to another.
*PS
I don't hate my mother now. Since then my situation has improved, specially once I don't live with her anymore, she's friendly and helpful now.
Time of the year: Probably winter, I don't remember
Country: Ukraine.
I was around 10 or 11 years old. Guests were coming over in one or two days, and my mom was preparing to make some good food for all. I was playing with my brothers and sisters when mom called everyone. "Who took the (specially prepared) meat out of the fridge?" - she yelled. "Now the cat ruined that piece of meat by chewing on it". We all looked around for answers, but no one knew.
I tried to diffuse the situation, I didn't like my mom screaming or yelling. "What are you talking about, what meat? maybe I can remember something" - I said. I really had no interest in food, but maybe I could be helpful. "Common, is meat really that important? We have other food" - I suggested.
She walked close to shoe rack where all the shoes were neatly arranged and said "Come here!". I came next to her, expecting she would probably smack me around couple times with a belt and leave us alone. She didn't look excessively angry, probably more desperate than angry.
"Who did this?" She picked up a small, flat shoe and smacked me with it. "I have no idea, I really have no idea what you're talking about, I never seen that piece of meat in my life" - I pleaded. "Do you realize all that food is ruined now?"
Again I mentioned that there is some other food left, that some special dish she was preparing wasn't the only one thing. She took none of that and beat me till that shoe fell out of her hand and she picked up another bigger shoe.
I was a little bit surprised that she didn't stop beating me yet. She wanted answers when I had none for her. She kept beating me and I felt this was going on for too long. Finally after couple minutes she picked up another shoe and it must have had sharper heel or edge, because after a few whacks something started bleeding on me (probably my face) and she got all apologetic probably because she got scared of the blood and realized she went too far.
She said she didn't mean it and put me in a nice bed (this took place late in the day) and gave me some chocolate she was saving. My brothers and sisters looked a little guilty/concerned that they didn't help me out (not that they could).
As I lay in bed, I was smugly satisfied, seeing the hypocrisy. My mom never apologized for beating us and the only thing that was different from other incidents is that I never bled, even though the shoe beating wasn't any more painful than other beatings. But then again, it's hard to qualitatively compare one beating to another.
*PS
I don't hate my mother now. Since then my situation has improved, specially once I don't live with her anymore, she's friendly and helpful now.
