canislatrans54
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Have you ever been beat up by your kid?
As embarrassing as it is to admit, I was yesterday.
My 24 yr old son, Cody, was over @ my house yesterday afternoon washing some of his laundry. (Why? Because I'm nice & he just started a new job & is broke.)
He brought over with him, a DVD set of the TV series Walking Dead, thinking he could get me to watch it.
Nope, not gonna do it, not the type of "entertainment" that I like to watch.
Besides, NASCAR was on, & I don't miss NASCAR, if I'm in my own house.
Well, Cody hates NASCAR, so this didn't sit well with him.
All thru the afternoon, he heckled & pestered me about it.
I just kept thinking he was joking around.
As the afternoon progressed, every time he got up to attend to his laundry, he would also get in my 'fridge, & refill his Sonic cup. I assumed he was just refilling it with water, since I keep 2 pitchers of cold water in there.
Long about 5:30ish, Cody started trying to get me to argue with him about whether NASCAR is "scripted" similar to pro wrestling. I refused to do it. But he just kept it up, & finally got nose-to-nose, wanting to fight!
Under "normal" conditions Cody has a super-short fuse on his temper, which is highly volatile. For reasons I had yet to figure out, he had snapped & went over the edge.
I refused to get out of my chair, telling him to calm down.
Next thing I know, I'm being pummeled by Cody's right fist.
After the first punch, which caught me above the left eye, I turned my head away from him, & tried to cover up with my arms.
For the next several minutes, Cody took turns between pounding the left side & back of my head...and cussing me for being a super-lousy father while he was growing up. Seems he has been festering some old grudges, both real & only perceived, since he was 8 years old.
(His mom divorced me when he was only 4, & aside from 6 times a year, I had no visitation rights.)
I lost count of how many times he punched me while I sat there in the chair.
He finally started to calm down after a while.
After he did, he apologized, & we has some deep heart-to-heart conversation for a couple hours, until we finally got things resolved.
Come to find out, what he had been pouring himself every time he got into the 'fridge, was whiskey, from a bottle I had in there. Initially, it was full. Now, it's empty. He had drank an entire liter of whiskey in less than 2 hours.
As I type this, the entire left side of my face is swollen, as well as the entire left half of the back of my head.
I hurt like h*ll, & look like the Elephant Man.
As embarrassing as it is to admit, I was yesterday.
My 24 yr old son, Cody, was over @ my house yesterday afternoon washing some of his laundry. (Why? Because I'm nice & he just started a new job & is broke.)
He brought over with him, a DVD set of the TV series Walking Dead, thinking he could get me to watch it.
Nope, not gonna do it, not the type of "entertainment" that I like to watch.
Besides, NASCAR was on, & I don't miss NASCAR, if I'm in my own house.
Well, Cody hates NASCAR, so this didn't sit well with him.
All thru the afternoon, he heckled & pestered me about it.
I just kept thinking he was joking around.
As the afternoon progressed, every time he got up to attend to his laundry, he would also get in my 'fridge, & refill his Sonic cup. I assumed he was just refilling it with water, since I keep 2 pitchers of cold water in there.
Long about 5:30ish, Cody started trying to get me to argue with him about whether NASCAR is "scripted" similar to pro wrestling. I refused to do it. But he just kept it up, & finally got nose-to-nose, wanting to fight!
Under "normal" conditions Cody has a super-short fuse on his temper, which is highly volatile. For reasons I had yet to figure out, he had snapped & went over the edge.
I refused to get out of my chair, telling him to calm down.
Next thing I know, I'm being pummeled by Cody's right fist.
After the first punch, which caught me above the left eye, I turned my head away from him, & tried to cover up with my arms.
For the next several minutes, Cody took turns between pounding the left side & back of my head...and cussing me for being a super-lousy father while he was growing up. Seems he has been festering some old grudges, both real & only perceived, since he was 8 years old.
(His mom divorced me when he was only 4, & aside from 6 times a year, I had no visitation rights.)
I lost count of how many times he punched me while I sat there in the chair.
He finally started to calm down after a while.
After he did, he apologized, & we has some deep heart-to-heart conversation for a couple hours, until we finally got things resolved.
Come to find out, what he had been pouring himself every time he got into the 'fridge, was whiskey, from a bottle I had in there. Initially, it was full. Now, it's empty. He had drank an entire liter of whiskey in less than 2 hours.
As I type this, the entire left side of my face is swollen, as well as the entire left half of the back of my head.
I hurt like h*ll, & look like the Elephant Man.