Dad had a few rounds with our school district over me – one was over the phone when I was being bullied on the bus stood up to a bully the previous year, but her sister and friends ganged up the next year. It was good to know he had my back when I was on the right side of the matter, however, being in the wrong was simply terrifying. Dad wasn’t abusive, but he’d get really cold, and give me this “look”. He didn’t have to spank me, knowing I’d disappointed him was bad enough in later years, my husband thought it was to see my reaction to that particular look, whether I’d been smarty pants or not.
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