Lynn’s Comments: “I once spent all day hiding in the lane because I was afraid my mom would find out that I had broken the milk bottles on our front porch. It was an accident. I’d been swinging a hula hoop and hit them by accident. In the end, she was angrier at me because I’d gone missing, and not because I’d knocked over the bottles.”
I had moments like this as a kid. The trouble was that it wasn’t better to go home. If mom did slap me around, I’d get the strap from dad. It’s taken me many years to get my head straightened out from what it is now called “child abuse.” My parents never repented for their overreactions, but then, they were not a happy couple to begin with.
Potential parents out there: Please don’t have kids until you can get along with each other first. Having kids in order to “fix” a screwed up marriage is NEVER the answer. :-(