"The truth is...

...I ain't nevah liked you!  No, not that I am stuck up or think I'm better.  You are just so" unlikeable."  You are hideous.  I know that you don't like yourself.  I don't care what you say.  I don't care that you dress yourself in the finest, make sure you get the best seats in the "house", always made sure you were on the program.    I don't care if you made people give you phony honor by having to call you "reverand". "

" You don't care about yourself.  If cared anything about yourself you would be praying and fasting.  You would repent and not have to be prompted.  No one could ever talk to you.  You were always too quick with a ready made answer, a vicious lie, or some flimsy alibi.  You never took   the time to listen to reason.  So easily offended you retaliated immediately with your stealth demonism for things that you know you did but felt must be forgotten.  No matter what evil you did you threw it into the "sea of forgetfulness", quick, fast,  in a hurry."

"Don't you mention it.  Don't you say it!  Don't you tell it!"  I haven't gotten over your having sex with all of those men in my presence!  I am scarred for life!  I was nineteen!  That was a Sodom and Gomorrah moment if there ever was one.  Why didn't I tell?  Who was I going to tell and what good would it have done?  Like all your other strange unexplainable acts, I buried it."

" I buried it,  but I  kept it.  It was a heavy burden on me.  I was carrying your burdens.  So what, I was your personal slave, your minion.  I kept your nasty house clean.  I hung up your clothes.  I kept and organized your (chest of) drawers.  (That is how I discovered all of your feeble "roots" designed to keep your husband /s.  I laughed, your panties and "towels" intertwined with his socks!  You are hilarious!)  I could not forget it.  I could not erase it.  It is seared into my brain.  Event after event, time after time, you tricked me.  Used your age, guile, and supreme manipulative skills to slay me."

"I told you that it's cool.  It is all in Divine Order.  "A man's bounds are set"; that's what my grandfather taught me.  I was truly tethered , chained and bound to you.  I witnessed you trying to deafen my new born baby and still didn't know.  Still could not move, could not free myself.   I still refused to see.  I stood there frozen in disbelief."

"How dare you try to punish me for your foul sins, your foul life?  What did I ever do to you?  Who are you really mad with?  Who do you really hate?  Are you mad because I didn't turn out to be the sick reprobate that you are?  Are you mad with yourself and too cowardly to admit it?  Are you mad because nobody (very few) believe in your phony preaching, your fake wobbly walk with GOD?"

"Are you dumb enough, just ignorant enough to be mad with GOD?  Can anyone be that stupid?  Didn't you think at least one of your children would finally read the Bible? I think that is your specialty, doing the unthinkable, doing the despicable, so as to mesmerise, cause confusion.  To be so diabolically cruel as to be beyond human belief and comprehension.  That was a good plan. The devil himself could not have done better."

"I must say that I feel very sorry for all of those that admire you, wish to emulate you.  I will tell them that you are a false friend.  I hope that they learn that you can not be trusted before it is too late."