Don't get scared now.

I know for a fact that my family was held hostage and terrorized by a lunatic sadist for 87 years!  What does her death, her final demise, mean to me? Freedom!

No one should be glad for any one's death.  But everyone should cheer loudly and be extremely gleeful to be rid of a monster, a psychotic sadistic pervert, a pretend preacher, a demon possessed murdering mother.

The whole world should exhale simultaneously and scream in unison ; "The wicked witch is dead! Praise the LORD the wicked witch is dead!"

I tried to wait on my family, tried to see what they claimed they saw.  We called her "mother".  She was a mother alright, mother with the "f" word.  Really she was, both literally and figuratively, a closet lesbian.

Originally she was just Mathy Jane, some stray loud female that came around periodically.  A loose woman void of a single shred of maternal instinct, decency or sense of proper decorum.  A hateful irritable  woman full of misery that was determined to maim and destroy, simply because it gave her a strange sexual trill, no matter how fleeting.

The sad thing about Martha and her psychosis, it is too difficult to see, to recognize, with that slimy serpent coiled around you pleading perennial innocence and ignorance.  Can you imagine, the person advising you on your life, telling you everything to do, where to go to school, where to live, who to marry, secretly wants to ruin what is left of the life she has already devastated?

Why? Because this rebellious ignorant disrespectful fool has convinced herself that you are her! That you, your brothers, your grandfather ruined  her life. The fact that she was extremely promiscuous had nothing to do with it!  The fact that she broke every Commandment repeatedly had nothing to do with her self loathing!

Forget about anyone helping you.  No one is going to so much as criticize her for mailing you that s*** laden letter. (You must have deserved it, they reason among themselves).  Martha can do anything! She has GOD's favor, according to her.  Multiple lovers, men, women, children, relatives, yes, Martha was disgusting. Calling her disgusting made her rage and hate more.  See and don't see. Move along, pretend to be fine! Even pretend to love the b****!  Ask no questions!

Not only do I refuse to be Martha's puppy! (She pounded a puppy to death as a child!)  Looking back over my life and my brothers , I see the many secret acts of hate, of sadism every day! Yes, she hid it cleverly when she felt like it.  There were times she wanted me to know that she was working her "roots" on me.  There were times she wanted me to know, to scowl and brag slyly, to give me that "I got yo' a** good" demonic stare.  At all times she purely delighted in our inability to escape her.

[Excerpt from The JR WALTERS Chronicles   July 27, 2014   All rights reserved.]