When one thinks of bullies, it is mostly the spectre of strangers that looms large in the mind's eye. Mine were right at home, and then I went to school to encounter more of the same kind. My time line was late 1960's early '70's and I've described in my Mother's Day and recently my Father's Day posts just a couple of the incidents that even today I find astounding.
What is even more astonishing and rather shocking, is that all these incidents are as fresh today as though they occurred just yesterday. The bored and disinterested teachers and their total lack of necessary interference in the beatings, the violence at school and home and the lingering after effects and mostly, the memories like a sick carousel that spin forever.
I've heard similar comments from others who have experienced bullying in their lives and how it just never seems to dim. The emotional scarring is permanent like a really deep bad stretch mark.
Tomorrow being Father's Day is a day I always recall the really brutal times living with a monster. His cruelty to animals was testament to his monstrous character. He didn't treat his little girl any differently. We are after all, all animals in various shapes and forms. Hi wife, my bio mother, supported everything. She was his "moll", cheerleading in her own bullying way.
He is dead and so is his wife and I wonder if today, somewhere, they continue to shield themselves safely behind the concrete wall, giggling, as I walk to the car, get inside and turn on the ignition waiting for the explosion that never came. I wonder if somethere, they revel in their vile memories of subjecting a child to the years of isolation except for school, turning her into a slave to do their every bidding and then complaining that this same child would amount to less than nothing. Every expletive was utilized, created and verbalized and I'll say it again. There are many individuals out there who were never meant to be parents. Bullies are created in the home environment. I refuse to excuse adults for being bullies. The bullies at my school however, had parents whom I believe supported and patronized their children's disgusting behavior.
I wait to meet them all.