Their stereo-typical ways were not just limited to looks, unfortunately. They both spoke in screams and southern slang under a thick, country accent. At least once a week, my mom would end up throwing objects at my dad while my dad called her a crazy bitch, among other things. At the end of the day, they would make up and be lovey dovey, and all would be forgotten. It became such a normal thing in my family, that I thought most families did this for the longest time. I never questioned it and I only became worried if it took longer than a day for them to make up.
While these things didn't have any permanent lasting damage (at least, none as far as I can tell), some of the things they said have stuck with me and I fear it will never go away despite my extreme desire for it to. You see, and this should come to no surprise to anyone with the background information I just gave, my mom and dad were extremely racist and homophobic. From the time I could understand them, until now, as an adult, they always told me how black, Hispanic, Jewish, and gay people were the scum of the Earth and the reason for all our problems. This was a near every day thing for me; see a black person? They're a nigger and lazy good-for-nothings that need to be sent back to Africa. See a Hispanic? They're here illegally, taking all our jobs and refusing to speak English. See a Jewish person (Or in most cases, it was just anyone with a big nose or someone who was well off)? Hitler had the right idea, they're greedy fucks who can't be trusted to guard a penny. See a gay person? They're going to Hell, and they're the main reason America is going down the shitter. They're ruining families and they're perverted, most are pedophiles.
