-Ass whippings are fundamental
I grew up getting a hell of a lot of ass whippings from my mom; many were unwarranted, but hey, I’m still alive. I didn’t get any from my dad. Now, despite being closer with my dad, I have to admit I respected/feared my mother more. I got over on my dad with a lot of shit, that my mother just wasn’t having. I wasn’t a perfect child, but dammit if I wasn’t well behaved. I was sneaky like most children, but when I was told to do something, I fucking did it, quick, because I did not want my ass beat.
-Partnership between parents is crucial
Now my parental situation is rather messy, but whatever. When I say my ‘dad’ I’m referring to my mother’s ex-boyfriend who raised me as his own since I was 6 or 7 years old. For the most part I identify as someone who grew up in a single parent household, (single Black women* by the way). No
matter how much Drew, was presented as my father, he still wasn’t my biological father which meant, my mother’s word always trumped his. So whether or not Drew’s ruling was better or logical, it didn’t mean shit if my mother didn’t agree. I knew that, and he knew it too. The constant “ask your mother” or “we have to see what your mother says” was more of a stuggle for both my dad and myself than it was for my mom. Even in households where children are living with both biological parents, can be emotionally and mentally scarring if the parents don’t have a cohesive foundation. Whether or not I am with the father of my children, I refuse to let our personal relationship come in the way of raising our children.
