*#@%&!
While growing up there were very strict rules about what we could and could not say. I remember being slapped for asking my mother what b-u-t-t spelled. That was a bad word. My mother would also tell us that swearing was for people who did not have the education or the creativity to effectively put their thoughts into words so they had to rely on the "shock factor" and use profanity. I admit, I agree with her. I rarely, if ever, swear, other than the occasional "dammit" when I am injured (e.g. at church, my son slammed the kneeler onto my foot and I swore very quietly under my breath). My husband typically does not swear in front of me during normal, everyday conversations. I appreciate the fact that he accommodates my feelings that way. We do have two young children, which, you would expect would further clean up his language. For the most part it has, unless he is playing a video game. While playing these STUPID and INANE games he swears so profusely that I have to shut whatever doors lie between him and me. Our sons call this game the "yelling game" because he screams at the top of his lungs. We have had so many discussions/arguments about his abuse of language within earshot of our children and me, that I am beside myself with frustration. My children have learned ALL the swear words there are straight from the mouth of their father. It's completely infuriating and disgusting to me.
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