Trick Daddy Quotes

It's extraordinary what children put up with. I happened to see two of my uncles put my father up against the wall of my grandmother's house and knock his teeth out, because he'd been unpleasant to my mother. The next day I went upstairs and found my father making a rather half-hearted attempt to gas himself.

I punched my mother out once.

My parents' marriage was very rocky. They were always arguing. When they split up when I was in my 20s, my brother and I were both delighted because we knew they weren't good for each other.

I can understand a family that's imploding. I have experience of that in my own life.

My mother ran away from my father after 16 years of being married to him. She was 16 when she hooked up with him. She left him after having six kids.

I built up so much hatred for my parents, like so much anger for the life they had given me.

Yes, I was a bully. But the scrapping on the streets was my way of dealing with the anger I felt towards my parents.

I was abused my family was the "brady bunch

Domestic violence was a way of life in my home growing up, my brother and I watched helplessly numerous times as my mother was beaten and knocked unconscious while we dialed 911.

I remember the bad times as a succession of painful emotional snapshots: Me walking into the library at 24 Sussex, seeing my mother in tears, and hearing her talk about leaving while my father stood facing her, stern and ashen.

My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man.

Most marriages are a mess, and the children get caught between two bitter, antagonistic parents. My parents stayed married for 27 unhappy years, till their kids were grown, and this was a catastrophe for us.

My parents had this relationship that was really terrifying. I mean, the level of hatred that they had, and the level of physical abuse - my mother would beat up my father, basically - and I think I was drawn to images on television that were bright and reflective.

My parents separated when I was younger.

Every single person in jail for a violent crime had a nightmare childhood.

Any father whose son raises his hand against him is guilty of having produced a son who raised his hand against him.

I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.

When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.

The only thing my old man ever gave me was a beating.

My parents divorced when I was 10, but when my father was there, he was trying to create almost like a little prison for me.

Divorce in and of itself, and with children, is devastating.

I had a very rocky, difficult, emotional childhood with my parents.

Violence and chaos were an ever-present part of the world that I grew up in. And unfortunately, it wasn't just in my family. Sometimes, you'd see, you know, Mom fighting with one of her boyfriends. But a lot of times, you'd see people exploding on each other in a local restaurant or on the street.

When I was a little girl, my family was extremely close, loving and really happy, and then overnight, things just became a nightmare, and instead of them becoming a nightmare and getting better, they became a nightmare and just kept getting worse.

My family - my mother and father had gone through such a hard time that by the time I graduated from sixth grade, they were separated.