For some reason this issue seems to be worse on fathers.
My oldest girl was a freshman, 2 little freshman boys were in my living room when I walked in. I had my Parker double over one arm holding about 6 DEAD quail. I did not know they were going to be there. Both their eyes got real big. I said hello boys. laid the quail on the kitchen counter, closed the Parker and set it in the corner.
I asked my daughter who her friends were, she introduced them. One lad was a bit lippy, he eventually asked if I used that shotgun to shoot daughters boyfriends. I said haven't yet had too. HE said good, pointed at his buddy and said, he's her boyfriend. I'm just his buddy. With out missing a beat I said excellent, I use your type for target practice.
The boy took her to the dance, his parents drove. Monday night when I got home from work my daughter was upset and explained it to me. HEr short term 14 year old boyfriend had told everyone about my shotgun and how any boy that even asks to date her will get it. She said her lifes ruined, boys told her they would not date her. I said, I'm sorry, but you were here, I did not threaten the boy at all. Then I went to the bathroom and did my super bowl victory dance. That did not last long. She is quite the looker and boys started asking her out.
She did not fess up when in her junior year I asked how old the current BF was. She said a Sr. She did not tell me he had dropped out for 3 years and came back as a 21 year old Sr.
He was about 6' 1". Real tough, just ask him. Told my daughter I did not scare him. He started roughing her up. Slapped her around. My #2 daughter told me.
She broke up with the guy, his Mom had given my daughter a Levi Jacket she bought that was too small for her. Mr wonderful kept calling wanting his mothers jacket back, she told my daughter no she didn't want it back.
The lad kept calling. I was mowing the yard, #2 daughter came out and said Mr Wonderful keeps calling and is threatening to hurt her big sister. I had had enough. I answered the phone one day and asked him to quit. Take his dog and pony show elsewhere. He told me to kiss something and he could stomp my 40 years old rear any day of the week.
So I told Daughter #2 to tell her sister to have the guy come get the jacket.
He walked right by me, never said squat. Pounded on my front door screaming for the jacket. I walked to the door. When she opened it I grabbed the jacket. Stepped up to the lad, said you mentioned kicking my rear, well since we are both here this might be a good chance for you to do it. I dropped the jacket and twisted it in the dirt. He got a little mad. Per both my daughters, his swing connected with thin air. My first swing spun his head 1/2 way around his bod. His rear was pretty well whupped by the 3rd or 5th punch. Since this is a family forum, I left out where he may have been kicked, the wonderful things he said to me just before he swung and what he said as he ran to his car.
Call the cops, nope I were one. And it was my yard. And he did swing first. The phone calls quit. I chewed out my Daughter for not telling me the whole truth. Grounded her for a while.
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