Violence Essay

I’ve dealt with violence ever since I was a little kid. My dad would always beat my mom or my sisters and me. We lived with my dad for over twelve years. My dad would always fight with his brothers, nephews or cousins. I remember that I was about to be Christmas and my dad started fighting with my uncle. I remember my mom told me to call the cops on them. I remember that my mom was scared of my dad. We would always stay home because my dads never let us go out with our family because he thought we were going to tell on him.

My dad had a drinking and drug abuse problems. Every time my mom and dad would go to a party my mom was afraid of him drinking. My dad always would pick on my mom. Every time we didn’t listen or did something wrong he would make us lift a chair up in mid air while we were on our knees and if we put it down or fold our arms he would hit us with the thickest belt. My sisters and I were really scared of him. We were really scared of getting a bad call home or getting bad grades. He wouldn’t care if we did something right most of the time he would beat us because he wanted to or because he was to drunk to realize what he was doing.

It was weird to us when he was nice to us because we were use to him beating us a lot. On my ninth birthday I remember that I was having fun until my sister Ana steps and rips my dress. I started crying because it was a beautiful dress and because he had bought it for me. My dad got so mad that he ended up taking three doors down to where my grandma lived and he stared to beat her there he told her to stay there until she stopped crying. I felt so bad that I started to cry with her and I told her I was really sorry for telling on her. My mom and dad would always get in a lot of arguments. He would always get mad and hit her.

He had a lot of domestic violence warrants. The cops would be in my house a lot. When we moved to houses we thought everything was going to be different. It calmed down. My dad wouldn’t hit my mom in front of us that often but he would still do it. He would always think that my mom was always cheating on him.