a bad mix. No one could ever tell her anything. She knows she knows everything. Confidant that her lies are undetectable, her guile indiscernible, she waxed worse and worse for 86 years.
How many women would whore around on their blind husband then beat him up for complaining? A man that married her because she was a beautiful woman with three illegitimate children. A man so in "love" he bought her a brand new Cadillac.
The second husband could see but didn't fare much better. He got his a** beat on the regular. He was treated worse. He was not allowed to cash his check. A foul demon she involved him in some of her debauchery early so that she would have something on him. He would never dare divorce her like that blind man.
"You bed'not tell it!" Your fear gave her free license to do as she pleased. That and the awful beating, stabbing or shooting and vulgar loud cursing you would have to take. You would get hated on. You learned to prefer her secret hatred. Let her pretend to love you. Let her slob on you. She is so convincing.
A fiercely violent woman that still can't say she is sorry. That is one lie Mathy refuses to tell. Why? You might feel better. You might get the impression that she is not perfect. Don't you dare think that she has ever been wrong about anything. Any mistakes she ever made was someone else's fault.
She hates you with a passion for criticizing her, for knowing her sick disgusting truth. Truth too repulsive for her to admit to herself. How dare you know her dark side. "Just play dumb. Pretend like I didn't do it. Your feelings don't count. You're black! You're ugly! You are a bastard. I could have given your sorry black a** away. I could have aborted you like I did those other four. Git Ova' It N****! S***! D***! I'm F****** Tired of hearing about it! I ain't nevah gon' admit it! Why don'cha jest shut duh F*** Up!"
" You don't deserve to know who your daddy is! So you were horribly sexually molested! Get over it! You can't prove I had nuttin' to do with it. So you got molested for years and I nevah stopped screwing him. Evan after I divorced him! I'm Mathy Jane. I can do what I please. There is no law, no Covenant, nothing that will ever prevent me from the honor I demand."
"Look at'um! Dey bed'not honor dey granddaddy! Yea I hated him! and I killed duh n*****! Dey bed'not say nuttin'! Dey bedder fear me. A lot didn't...and I sho' made'um suffer. Dey bedder give me the respect I demand! I'm beautiful! I'm brilliant! I'm yalla! and I'm Mathy Jane. I'm an ordained minister in the AME Zion Church!"
Will you have the courage to honor a great man today? Or will you remain silent? Her dutiful slave. Will you pretend that you believe Jerome Walters killed himself just to appease her? Are you still afraid to upset her? Are you still afraid of her demonic wrath?
I will continue to pray for you. I pray that GOD will grant you the courage and blessings you deserve.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
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