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   GeePawHill (geepawhill@mastodon.social)'s status on Monday, 28-Sep-2026 15:16:29 JST GeePawHill

   One day, I might've been 15 or so, my mother was very angry with me, and she approached me lookin' to hit.

   And I raised my own arm, lookin' to hit back.

   No hitting took place.

   But she called my (divorced) father, and he came around and picked me up, and we went our usual route, to the liquor store for beer and Canadian Mist.

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     GeePawHill (geepawhill@mastodon.social)'s status on Monday, 28-Sep-2026 15:16:28 JST GeePawHill

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     And he handed me a beer, and then the bottle, and we hit it, and we were sitting there.

     This was a *decade* after their divorce. He and I'd only become close in the previous two years, after he discovered me around age 13.

     And he brought me back to the house, a slug or two of whiskey in me, maybe a second beer, and we parked outside the house.

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     GeePawHill (geepawhill@mastodon.social)'s status on Monday, 28-Sep-2026 15:16:28 JST GeePawHill

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     And he said, "Son, I know how hard it is with her."

     "I *left* her cuz of how hard it was with her."

     "But I have to tell you, I hit her, once or twice, myself."

     "But it didn't work."

     "And it won't work for you, and it will make you feel awful, and after all, she's a good person who has raised you up this far."

     "Please don't hit your mother."