I’d rather be hit.
You were obviously not spanked by MY parents - I'd take a yelling at and being called names anytime over the dreaded belt.
I was hit by a belt too, when my Dad was in an out of control rage and I wasn’t really sure why he was so pissed.
I did get slapped once for putting a bowl of rice on the Bible on the dining room table (there was no room left).
But the Bible was sacred, God was on Dad’s side and he had to keep the rules.
(he was way worse on my brothers, so I’m not complaining).
As early as I can remember, I was told I was evil, I had the devil in me, I was lazy, a slut, no man would ever wan something as worthless as me, God was sending me to hell etc etc etc.
Oh, and I was like I was because I was weak from my mother’s spoiling me. (go figger).
So I took a half bottle of aspirin when I was 8 because I was so tired of hurting inside.
Again, a bottle of darvocet when I was 17 because my father told me that the reason my boyfriend had dumped me was because I was totally worthless.
Oddly, as much as he hated me, he did like me to be his ‘girlfriend’ for the fun stuff.....he adored porn and well, I was his buddy for the education (all this with a Bible in hand).
Again,
I’d rather be hit.
That and I have the liver of a bull elephant.
And I HATE abusers of little girls.