I just saw a Mike Diana comic online. Google search his name, to see his work. It flashed me back to my past. My dad urinated on me when drunk when I was in elementary school. He saw it in a TV movie when he was drunk. I did that to a boyfriend I lived with when I was 19 years old. I was with a man who was 6 years older than me; we both worked and I went to college full time and worked full time. He would go out drinking and get home late and his habits would cause him to pay rent late. I was on the lease. One night, ignoring my assignment for the next day, I got myself drunk with 40 ounce malt liquors from the corner store.
I argued with him as usual, but I also urinated on him. He beat me, I got a black eye and a swollen left side of my face. I grew up being told that I was loved, I was experiencing the whips of love, and that my classmates in school who weren’t beaten were unloved by their parents. I don’t know if this normalized my parents’ behavior to me, but it was in my vocabulary of “what people do to those they love”
I want to end this short post with this link: