Seth Gehle

My door's closed, and whatever. I'm playing a game. She's got a sucker in her mouth, and my door fucking swings open. Boom, fucking bounces off the wall. My mom walks in, unannounced or whatever provoked, hammer fist style, strikes my sister in the mouth probably three, four, five times, like vicious, like bouncing her head off the wall. I look over, and she's like, boom, boom, boom.

I'm like, you know— I jump on the other side of the bed and I'm crying immediately. I'm just hysterical. I remember like being at the mattress, you know, I level and looking up at my mom as she's punching my fucking sister. And, uh, she looks at me and she says, uh, what are you fucking crying about? Stop being a fucking bitch before I give you something to cry about. And, uh,

I'm like, you know— I jump on the other side of the bed and I'm crying immediately. I'm just hysterical. I remember like being at the mattress, you know, I level and looking up at my mom as she's punching my fucking sister. And, uh, she looks at me and she says, uh, what are you fucking crying about? Stop being a fucking bitch before I give you something to cry about. And, uh,

I'm like, you know— I jump on the other side of the bed and I'm crying immediately. I'm just hysterical. I remember like being at the mattress, you know, I level and looking up at my mom as she's punching my fucking sister. And, uh, she looks at me and she says, uh, what are you fucking crying about? Stop being a fucking bitch before I give you something to cry about. And, uh,

I'm like, this is my mom. This is my protector. This is the only person that I have. What the hell is going on? And this is when I began to realize this is not normal. This is not okay. And that's when I started to have the... I knew I was going to tell my story one day, right? And she walks out. My sister and I sat there and held each other and cried. And...

I'm like, this is my mom. This is my protector. This is the only person that I have. What the hell is going on? And this is when I began to realize this is not normal. This is not okay. And that's when I started to have the... I knew I was going to tell my story one day, right? And she walks out. My sister and I sat there and held each other and cried. And...

I'm like, this is my mom. This is my protector. This is the only person that I have. What the hell is going on? And this is when I began to realize this is not normal. This is not okay. And that's when I started to have the... I knew I was going to tell my story one day, right? And she walks out. My sister and I sat there and held each other and cried. And...

I often try to think about a way to tell these stories to get people to understand how severe they are. Because a lot of times when you hear these stories, you hear a lot of people, they'll say, you know, I got my ass whooped too. And occasionally a mom or dad does smack their kid or punch their kid out of frustration.

I often try to think about a way to tell these stories to get people to understand how severe they are. Because a lot of times when you hear these stories, you hear a lot of people, they'll say, you know, I got my ass whooped too. And occasionally a mom or dad does smack their kid or punch their kid out of frustration.

I often try to think about a way to tell these stories to get people to understand how severe they are. Because a lot of times when you hear these stories, you hear a lot of people, they'll say, you know, I got my ass whooped too. And occasionally a mom or dad does smack their kid or punch their kid out of frustration.

The difference, I think, in most situations is that there is an apology or some level of affection or follow-up to that point. where this was purely like rage and anger and beating the fuck out of a kid and then walking away like nothing happened.

The difference, I think, in most situations is that there is an apology or some level of affection or follow-up to that point. where this was purely like rage and anger and beating the fuck out of a kid and then walking away like nothing happened.

The difference, I think, in most situations is that there is an apology or some level of affection or follow-up to that point. where this was purely like rage and anger and beating the fuck out of a kid and then walking away like nothing happened.

And maybe further to paint the picture, like to make it maybe have some sort of effect on you, is think about on the other side of this wall, if you heard some kid in there getting fucking punched and you heard him fucking screaming and crying.

And maybe further to paint the picture, like to make it maybe have some sort of effect on you, is think about on the other side of this wall, if you heard some kid in there getting fucking punched and you heard him fucking screaming and crying.

And maybe further to paint the picture, like to make it maybe have some sort of effect on you, is think about on the other side of this wall, if you heard some kid in there getting fucking punched and you heard him fucking screaming and crying.

Yeah, man. Um. So like for me, when I hear those, those phone calls, like those 911 recorded calls of like the kids calling and like my mommy, my mommy, or, you know, whatever, or you see those kids in court where their mom killed their fucking sibling or some shit. I mean,

Yeah, man. Um. So like for me, when I hear those, those phone calls, like those 911 recorded calls of like the kids calling and like my mommy, my mommy, or, you know, whatever, or you see those kids in court where their mom killed their fucking sibling or some shit. I mean,

Yeah, man. Um. So like for me, when I hear those, those phone calls, like those 911 recorded calls of like the kids calling and like my mommy, my mommy, or, you know, whatever, or you see those kids in court where their mom killed their fucking sibling or some shit. I mean,

Dude, that shit is like the recordings of that is so haunting because it makes me think about my childhood where I'm like, Jesus, dude, like that's that's kind of the environment we were living in. And so, you know, maybe a week or two later, I'm coming home or I rode the bus home from school. And this particular day, I didn't I didn't ride the bus. I walked home with my cousins and.