There are some things I forgot to mention when I was writing the previous chapter on this topic. Here we go!
Why is it that whenever you put up your hands, you whoever's beating says some stupid stuff like Put your hand down. Yes because I'm totally going to let you beat the crap out of me no questions asked.
Also why is that whenever you put your hands up they automatically think you are trying to hit them. As soon as I put my hands up "Ou ap frape mwen lè sa a, frape mwen". And my mother literally gets down on her knees and pushes the weapon into my hands and starts yelling in my face, FRAPE MWEN NO!
Ok, here's another thing. I don't know if your parents do this but whenever my mom used to beat the crap out of me she would talk at the same time.
"I told you...*whip*.....not to do that....*whip*...and you did it anyways...*whip*....you disrespectful....*whip*......child!"
What gets me annoyed that while I'm getting beat up, of course I'm going to be bawling my eyes out. This woman has the nerve to tell me to shut up. Like she literally stops beating me to tell me the shut up. Those are the times I really wanted to take the belt from her and show her how it feels. But that was years ago my mother only gives me empty threats now. Except occasionally when she's serious.
The last thing that gets me so tight is when after my mother has beaten the crap out of me she calls one of her friends and talks to them like SHE'S the victim. "Yeah I just taught her a lesson, but she just keeps misbehaving and I don't want people to think I can't control my child."
And then when I'm crying in my own little corner my mother has the nerve to give me attitude and says, "Here Auntie whoever wants to talk to you." Then some random woman starts talking to me in her thick accent, "Why you do dis to your mom?" And I'm sniffing my nose and hiccuping, "I don't know..."
"You don't love your mom? You know she work very hard to raise you, you not suppose to do dis to your mom." Though it's not the same friend every time they all say the same thing to me. It's like my mother tells them what to say before talking to me. Because they give me the shorter version of a history my mother would have taken five days to tell. Nosy ass friends like do you think you're helping me hy asking me these stupid questions? What do you have to gain? I see no point in any of this. And my mother did the same thing whenever her friends' kids be acting up. "You don't love your mom?" All haitian parents must meet up and have a monthly meeting like, oh yeah this is what you're supposed to say because that will show my child how much they're embarassing me.
This brings me to another thing. I've gotten beaten up for the stupidest things! When I was five I pointed at my babysitter's son and I cracked my finger and he was in the dark. So he ran to go get his mother who beat the crap out of me. She came in there with a brush and she was like, "Which hand did you do it with?" And before I could even be like wtf he comes up behind her and like points to my right hand. He thought I gave him the middle finger.
That woman was big, and I never seen a woman her size move that fast. She put me down on my knees and beat my hand raw. Meanwhile this was like 20 minutes before my mother was supposed to pick me up. My mother comes in eventually then the babysitter tells her what happened, and guess what my mother does?
Yes, she beat my hand raw. And after she was done she gave me a lecture that lasted 30 minutes (I'm not even exaggerating) about life in haiti, her mother beat her up blah blah blah.
I got beat up with a plastic baseball bat because I told this kid I was pregnant. (I was in the first grade and didn't even know what pregnant meant.) My babysitter beat me up and asked me about four or five times "Where's your boyfriend? You need a boyfriend to be pregnant don't you?" I learned two things from that experience. Haitians will beat you up for saying something stupid and their mindset is kinda fucked up sometimes.
I got beat by my mom for not saying hi to her, even though I did. But one time when I really started to question how belt happy my mom was, was when I forgot to say Happy Birthday to her. (In my defense I thought my sister was going to tell on me for some other thing I did) But after the call ended and my sister said told me I didn't say Happy Birthday, I worked so hard on this homemade birthday card. (I was like 7)
When my mother came home, I tried to show her my card but she walked right past me right into her room and came after me with that belt. "You....*whip*....didn't say...*whip*...happy birthday....*whip*...I work so hard...*whip*....you can't even say happy birthday?"
My mother closed her bedroom bedroom door and showed extra love to my sister and her birthday present. I could literally hear her talking about me. I had never felt such apprehension towards my mother and then her boyfriend comes home and he's like where's your daughter?
And then she says my best daughter is right here! The other one is in the room. And I just hear some muffled voices until my mother comes into the room and is like "Come out, darling!" I get up and my mother sets me in her lap and I show her my card and we live happily ever after! No, not until she made me bunnun peze avec chikin was I truly happy.
Sorry for this long chapter, I had a lot to rant about. Vote and Especially Comment!!!☆
