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Sunday, July 25, 2010
You were blasting everyone's ears out, screaming at your son about every little thing he did. The poor little boy looked terrified, as you screamed yourself hoarse at him for tripping... He looked no more than 4, and you were being totally awful to him.
You were scaring everyone else at the park, including me. Just as I was about to say something, you spanked your son and yanked his arm, yelling that you were going home for a time out. WHY are you a mother? —Sad
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