"Woman to woman ..."

The lyrics to some popular song long ago.  "Woman to woman ..." the song went.  This one woman demanded to talk to another woman via a "song message".  I don't know if the women ever talked.  I know one woman got her message out loud and clear.  She was taking care of that man. "The car he drives ...the clothes he wear .. see, I make that possible."

I am sure a lot of women thought like me.  "How desperate."  You are willing to take care of a man!  To fight for him.  To make a fool of yourself on the radio.  I liked that hook "Woman to woman", though.

I am a woman in  need of a "Woman to Woman " talk with one woman on this earth.  Martha Jane Walters, my birth "mother".  A poor common slut that built her horrible life around harming and completely destroying others.  The b**** won't die!  Just keeps hanging around to hurt even more.

I was born into your clutches .  I had no way out.  An abominable stank whore that would have sex with anyone, any age, any gender (perhaps species) , any where and at any time.

No, you have no moral compass.  Not one hint of discretion.  That is your burden to bear.  My burden is getting over you, surviving you.  Adjusting to the fact and finally accepting the truth that something as foul, despicable, corrupt and as evil as you can in  fact exist , seem to thrive.

Your "fake Christianity" no longer phases me.  It is impossible to love the LORD and live the life you've lived.  You are abhorrent!  You murdered your own father and I can only guess the lengths of your depravity with your five sons.

I recognize now.  I see you clearly for the common c*** you are.  I can't say I feel sorry for you.  It was your choice to make.  You made every low common decision you could.  I can't say you were unsuccessful ever.

Were you undetectable? Unbelievable?  No! you are just common scum that we did not want to accept as true.  Yes, you were quite cunning and manipulative but it became obvious that you wanted nothing but sick demonic narcissistic supply.

How any one can continue to tolerate you is beyond my ability to discern.  The longer I live the commoner you become.  The longer I live the more I come to know about your serious lack of any moral discretion.

No wonder you were so jealous of me.  Perhaps I wasn't the chaste lady you supposed me to be.  I am certainly impotent, asexual, a eunuch  as a result of your sexual abuse and constant jealous interference.

You are one miserable excuse for a woman, a mother, a grandmother.  May the Dear LORD have mercy on your soul.