That belt ad is really messing with me

I don't know about you guys, but every time I scroll past that advertisement for the belt it freaks me out and then pisses me off.

When Prophetess of Doom was really angry with us she'd threaten us with our dad's belt. This belt was thin and hurt like a bitch, especially since she didn't double it up to hit us but would wield it like a whip.

Fortunately, the belt didn't make an appearance too often. (The fly swatter was bad enough.) My second most traumatic memory is of my quiet, uninvolved eDad beating my sister with that belt because they didn't like her boyfriend. I didn't understand the concept of enablers in relation to narcissists until a few years ago, so to me eDad was the "good" parent. I can't even describe how disturbing it was to witness my eDad silently beating my sister with his belt while Prophetess of Doom screamed on the sidelines.

I mentioned recently that the last time Prophetess of Doom hit me was when I was 15. That's actually not true. When I was 16 Prophetess of Doom discovered that I was "dating" a Hispanic guy--something I was hiding from my racist parents. I use quotation marks because we weren't going on solo dates but were attending outings with a large group of friends. (The only way I'd be allowed to see him outside of school.)

Unfortunately, one of those friend's mom's knew Prophetess of Doom quite well. Friend's mom wanted the Hispanic guy for her daughter. She called Prophetess of Doom and informed her of what was going on.

You guys, I was SO screwed. Prophetess of Doom was waiting for me after school with eDad's belt and went into a screaming frenzy, beating the shit out of me with that belt. Except that unlike the usual belt beatings, she was grasping the end with the holes, and beating me with the metal buckle end. The good thing is that she was so enraged that she often missed her mark entirely. The bad thing is that she did get a few good thwacks in, especially on the head. The tongue of the buckle gouged into my scalp, and of course scalp wounds bleed like crazy.

Any contact with the Hispanic guy was forbidden, and I was informed that unless I dated a certain white guy in the group, I would only be allowed out of the house for school and church. I was young, selfish, and stupid, so I agreed. The white guy turned out to be abusive, but of course that was my fault/I deserved it.