A pop-tart wrapper, yes a pop-tart wrapper changed my life forever. Now, I don’t know who ate the pastry in the bedroom and we’ll never know because nobody ever fessed up.
I remember the day so vividly…my step-father at the time found a pop-tart wrapper in a bedroom and of course all food should be eaten at the table and the table alone. After what seemed like hours of questioning my siblings and myself, my step-father finally said, “Okay, if nobody will tell me who ate it then you’ll all be punished.” This is when the shit hit the fan.
You see, you don’t want to be punished by this man. He was and still to this day is a cruel individual. Punishment meant physical pain and definitely some heckling for good measure.
Me, my sister, and my brother were all lined up on the bed belly down and beaten. Beaten you say? Yes, beaten. Not with a hand, which would’ve been more humane (although I detest any physical punishment probably because of this day), but with a board. A board maybe an inch or two thick and about 12-16” long. He later named this “The Board of Education” and wrote it in marker across the board.
Here’s where the heckling comes in. While we’re being “punished” we’re also being told next time he’s going to put holes through the board for less wind resistance. What???
So, I don’t know when the punishment was finally over. It seemed like it lasted for hours, although I’m sure it was more like minutes.
So, you’re probably wondering where my mother was at the time. I can’t tell you. She may have been home or she may have been at one of her many jobs trying to support her children. I don’t remember her being present. Either way, I know my mom was being punished as well during her marriage to this cruel man.
She’d often have bruises and when asked about them she’d say it was from her job. Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t but I know I’ve had to listen on the other side of the door to too many fights, physical or verbal to count.
To this day, when people yell, I cringe. I have a physical response to too much noise, too much stimulation, too much yelling…and all because of a pop-tart wrapper.