What do I really think?

In the stillness of the cold mornings or around four thirty a.m. when my deep slumber is interrupted by terrifying dreams.  What do I really think?  Do I say I don't hate her because it is the Christian thing to say?  Do I still hate her with every microscopic cell in my body?  Am I angry that few people every seemed to notice or care about my pain?  Do I want to explode when I know what she did to my brothers, robbed them of their "manhood" and the b**** laughed.  Still laughs, still preaches, is still adored by far too many.

What do I really think of a world that will let such a creature continue to exist?  Have I grown impatient with GOD, not understanding His plan?  Do I want to lay hands on her, throttle her, beat the "living water s***" out of her?  That is what she always threatened to do to us.  "I'll beat the livin' wadder S***! out ugh yo' black sorry A****!"

Is she crazy? Two distinct personalities in one body? Hell No!  She is a demon from the lowest bowels of hell and she loves it.  Lauds it.  Swears by her "goofer dust" that she will never lose.

I must rush to work now.  I guess I will ponder this question the rest of my life.

I wish you well.  I hope that you do not have a Martha Jane Walters in your life and that you never will.