My dad was real good about not over doing a good spanking but my mother was a verbal over abuser.
She would yell at me and my sister and tell us she hated our guts, wish we were never born and ho yea to top it off she would tell us she wished we were dead.
I forgave her but it still rings in my ear at times.
My dad was a yeller. He had false teeth and some times he would be yelling so hard his teeth would fly out. Which of course made me laugh, sometimes there would be a nuclear explosion sometimes he’d just walk away grumbling
