What could have happened?

What could have happened? How could one woman turn out to be so wicked? so demonic? so cruel and ignorant?

Was it nature or nurture? No conscience, no concern for her fellow man, her children, her father. Can a person really live a down low life for eighty-five years?

It's fear, not your innocence. It is fear that keeps them silent. No they don't respect you. Some don't like you. Ignorant of the true knowledge of GOD and His love they cower in fear. Many are polite because you are so old. It is too horrible to think about. Who can bear such a horrible truth? If a person commits an act so horrendous, so egregious that no one can bear to think about it. When you are so common that you can not admit what a vicious animal you are to yourself. When the people around you are too terrified of you to tell you the truth you are in bad shape.

You call yourself an ordained minister and you behave like Satan. Why do you preach? To be seen and admired by people that you have nothing but contempt for. I don't know one person that you don't have serious jealous hatred and envy for.

Why are you a closet demon? What are you afraid of? Why do you pretend to love GOD when you absolutely hate him? Your robe, cross and honey dipped words are simply tools of deceit.

You are a wonderment, an embarrassment, a sick sociopath.

"...that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men (women) shall be lovers of their own selves, COVETOUS, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, UNHOLY." Well your miserable life certainly supports that scripture.

"Without natural affection," I watched you roll up towels and prop *Micky's baby bottle to his little mouth. Half the milk would spill out of the side of his little mouth as he tried his best to suck . I saw yo standing there watching him with your cold demonic loveless eyes. I saw the loathing in your eyes. You had the nerve to hate him for being an outside child, a "mistake" caught in your "huband's net". A bllod clot that you watched and hoped woud die. The brilliant musician that you couldn't wait to destroy. You hated that baby and you beat him savagely. Don't say you didn't do it. I was looking right at you.

"You are going to have to give in account to GOD."

I want to know why you were big and bad enough to curse me until I couldn't see when I was three years old? But you were spineless to the man that asked me who my daddy was.

Why are you so sneaky? Why can't you confront your "enemies", the people you hate honestly. A rattle snake will rattle, he is a low down slithering snake but he does have the decency to warn you.

Common, low down, no-count for no apparent reason. A volunteer slave, a volunteer imp for the devil.

"Look well to your going."; children, "Look well to your going."