Her harsh hateful words keep echoing in my head; "Well fo'git it din!"
I was just trying to make some sense of my abuse. I was the one left iceberg frigid, terrified of intimacy. I was the one that made the conscious decision to marry a closet homosexual claiming I could turn him around, "straighten " him out. (LOL)
She told me that she was unable to care about anyone. She did not lie. No empathy, sympathy, love,... nothing. I know now that all of her "affection" was simply an act. I know that she was a pervert, a word she hated and refused to pronounce correctly; 'per-vert" was her preferred pronunciation.
Yes, it is a shame and for some people perhaps it is embarrassing. It's still true. The ***** was a monster! She was purely sadistic! Why didn't I know? How many women can have a bowel movement with the door open, while carrying on a conversation?
I know I use foul language. It was my first language. I don't feel comfortable, I don't feel authentic without cursing. It is colorful. My philosophy; "There is no such thing as bad language, only bad experiences."; a concept taught to me and embraced wholeheartedly by a college professor.
Martha Jane Walters was most certainly demon possessed and she roamed to and fro devouring her entire family for 87 long torturous years. (I thought the ***** would never die!) Never did anything but plot and lie, lie and plot. Hated GOD, her father and me with a passion.
World you need to know that this earth is crawling with these vipers! You would do better living alone, dig a hole in the ground, move under a bridge but shun the very presence of evil.
No, "trouble don't last always" even though it may feel like it sometime.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and kept you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
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