On Sunday morning, I went with Mom to Walmart for weekly grocery shopping. We were on food stamps before, after Dad got into prison for domestic violence, and Mom had to move out to Grandma's house.
It was difficult during the first few weeks because I didn't need to worry about food when Dad was still around, beating Mom and me every day.
I guess Dad's presence had its plus and minus. Because he earned enough money, Mom became an obedient housewife instead. Little did she know that her obedience allowed Dad to be a selfish, cheating bastard who beat her whenever she confronted Dad about his habit of sleeping with women outside.
How did I know all these? Well, because he beat Mom right in front of my eyes. If I tried to protect Mom from him, he would also beat me mercilessly.
