Like a man

I think the belt hit me at least 26 times. I was bleeding. When I cried or screamed be would say one phrase; "take It like a man"

I've grown to the pain of his fists and his anger but not to the way in public he puts on such an innocent face.

No love do I have for this man, not only as my father but as a life.

It's astounding how someone can cause another being so much grief and pain and never show a hint of remorse or guilt.

I remember that one night. The 14th of December at precisely 4 in the morning...

I went in to his sleeping quarters and pulled up a chair next to where he was Sleeping. I got out my vindictive knife and held it in my hand. The way his life was totally in my hands made me feel so relieved and powerful. I put the freshly sharpened knife against his cold heavy skin.

His eyes shot open but not in a frightened way but in a relaxed.

He said one simple sentence

"Go ahead son, but before you do realize this.. If you kill me you're no better then I am or was."

I held my knife still against his throat and said one phrase; "take it like a man."