After many years of all kinds of abuse, it wasn't a surprise that my stepfather was forcing me to eat the plate full of beans that sat in front of me, before I was allowed to leave the table.
I was hungry and as the saying goes, "My eyes were bigger than my stomache" and since I was the one who put the beans on my plate and we never wasted any food I sat and kept pecking away at the least favorite meal.
Soon, I began to feel a bit ill. Although I said that I didn't feel well, there was no letting up. I was headed for one of the most unpleasant, albeit proud moments I can remember in my childhood.
As he sat at the other end of the table, I again said I felt sick. He didn't care and wasn't going to let me waste even one bite of beans.

All of a sudden, up they came and poured out nearly covering the entire table. I of course felt much better, as I have a...