Family LifeA Story by 송지석 / Ji-Suk
When I look back at it, I always think that my mom was under SO much stress, more than I will ever understand. Not that it excuses her beating me up so badly that she actually once stopped the beat down and put ice on my legs. I only remember the beat down and the ice, but apparently, when my mom apologized to me, in all my wisdom as a 5-year-old, told her that I already forgave her.
Her life was hard. Her father was an alcoholic layabout who lost his wealth during the Korean War. He slapped my mother around for sport, and once beat her severely for not giving him the money she earned tutoring students. Guess how he found out. My grandmother discovered her stash and ratted on her. My mother was a deeply ambitious girl who couldn't abide her reduced circumstances and her dim future. She wanted to go to school and accomplish something. Her parents refused to pay for her grade school education. So she put herself through school, including Ewha University, the brass ring of Korean young womanhood. My father punished my mother in a similar fashion - made her kneel in the corner and "repent" (ban-sung) which he beat the crap out of us. Apparently it was her bad mothering that drove him insane enough to beat his sons and daughter. He had always gave illogical reasoning behind why I deserved a beating and no food. Despite the myriad of physical abuse my parents meted out, I have to say the verbal abuse was actually more painful. To be called worthless and lacking on a daily basis destroyed something in me. © 2018 송지석 / Ji-SukReviews
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