"Strange, how some things happen"

True, life is an adventure.  Things rarely turn out the way you plan them in your mind when you are young.  I never wanted much.  At least I never thought I wanted much.  I just wanted to be a college professor and a published writer.  Not, famous mind you.  I just wanted a hard cover book, with my by-line on it.

I knew I could do it too.   I won contests for writing all through school.  I knew I could be a professor.  I was in the gifted classes and my glasses looked just like coke bottles.  I was legally blind.

True, I was a nerd.  Very academically inclined, I preferred a book over everything.  I was a loner.  Played by myself most of the time.

I only really had one problem, my "mother".  The b**** didn't like me and that's a fact.  The 'ho claimed I ruined HER life.  Just like the n**** nit-wit she was and still is,  she tried to punish me.  No, not once, not some time, every day of my life.

Since she is so common and sneaky, she couldn't be honest in trying to ruin me.  She had to be stealth, she had to be sneaky.  Yes, she is a woman of very low character.  Why? I don't know.  Just her choice I suppose.  I am doing something she always forbade.  DON'T TELL ON HER! If you want to get your a** kicked, tell on her.  Tell on Mathy Jane.  She used to pretend that's why she didn't like me.  That's not the reason.  She's jealous.  No, she doesn't just hate me as many would suppose.  She hates everyone, including her own father.

She can hate with a passion.  But she can't love worth a d***.  My poor beautiful little nieces still can't figure out why they can't keep a man or get a husband.

I've been trying to get her to confess.  As much as I hate her I still don't want her to go to hell.  I guess she can't confess.   She can't repent.  If she told all the terrible things she's done to all of her relatives for 86 years she would not have to wait to die.  Someone, one of her many victims would kill her.

People complain about bullies in the school house.  What about the bullies in your own house?

Mathy, will you confess, repent if we promise not to kill you?  You are trying to time it, aren't you?  You are trying to wait until you are own your death bed, aren't you?

Remember that joke you used to tell?

"A man wuz on hiz deathbed.  His wife wuz standing there next to him, crying and all .  He said, holding her hand and siffling and snotting. ' Baby I got sumptin' I wanna tell ya... (what is it honey?) ' ... all dese years we been married (yes honey, go on git if off  yo'chest) '...all dese years... (yes darling) '...well I'll just go on and tell ya...I been cheating...honey, I cheated on you.'   And the wife, still holding his hand, still sniffling and snotting , replied  (... Yea, I know...dats duh reason I poisoned you.)"

No matter, it's cool.  I survived.  You hit rock bottom.  GOD told us that the (wo)man that exalteth himself shall be debased.  Your foul life illustrated, illuminated GOD's WORD.

As far as I am concerned you are forgiven for what you did to me.  Yes, I would like an apology.  That would be nice.  But, if I never get one I can understand.  You being a faithless woman and all.  You be a fallen woman that never tried to get up.  For some reason you thought faking was easier.

Stay in His WORD children.  You know the Drill.