Generational Abuse It Happens and You Can Be the Change
Growing up in a small town with, how do they say,” a million dollar family”? A mother, father, brother and me, the girl. My family was somewhat different for that time of life. My mom worked outside the home in a factory where my father also worked. They married young and had children right away. My father grew up in a very abusive family. His father was a truck driver and farmer and his mother kept the home fires burning. My dad grew up very fast tending to the family farm before and after school. I have been told that the gentle man I knew as a grandfather was a tyrant in his younger years; he would beat my dad with his belt until his butt would be bleed. There were also times that he physically punched my father and would knock him around until he couldn’t stand. It seemed that my grandfather did not lift a hand to correct my father’s older sister or a much younger brother, the focus of his abuse was my father. My grandmother would not in...