It is intriguing. Now that I have finally accepted the truth that my mother was one of the sickest closet sadistic reprobates that ever lived. I can't stop reviewing all of the tragic events that she very successfully hid.
Caution! My blog contains foul language and despicable acts of depravity. GOD said that you must know, that I must warn you so that you will not blindly follow satan.
I often wonder, how much did granddaddy know? Why did she hate "den Wade Station n****" so much? Her father gave her a house and land and she refused to move 12 miles from Fayetteville, 24 miles from Fort Bragg.
The thought or mention of Wade would make my mother nearly foam at the mouth cussing and declaring her hated for " den damn sticks". Rich prime farm land adjacent to I-95. I never understood. Martha would rather buy a brick hut from the white man, commit herself to a 30 year mortgage when a beautiful farm complete with a pond, orchards and vineyards was hers for the taking. An inheritance that she did not have to wait for.
Something went down in Wade long before I was born. I am not sure exactly what it was , but I do know what ever it was it sent the Wade Community into shock. Very few people in Wade truly liked my mother. No women friends. Martha claimed that all women were jealous of her tremendous beauty , light skin and "good hair".
Martha never mentioned that she would screw their husbands and boyfriends in a heartbeat. Martha was certainly a woman that many plain women feared. Yes, Martha had game. Few men she targeted could resist her. Age and kinship meant nothing to my mother. I am still hurt and embarrassed. My mother took my popular, tall, handsome boyfriend from me when I was 14!
I will not say his name on this blog. But he was the star quarterback, very "light skinned" with grey eyes and pink lips, my mother's favorite kind of man. I have no doubt that she screwed him. She was that common and that evil. He was only 14!
As I retrace Martha's daily deeds I can see clearly that it was my utter destruction she wanted. This whore had a daily plan. Cursing, beating, snatching, lam-blasting with filthy words, sexual assaults., confusion, ridiculous arguments, screaming, just all round filth. I bristle as I write this because that woman was a demonic freak. I did well. We did well, considering we had no idea what we were dealing with. I did not know I was engulfed in a strangle hold with satan's bride.
I am still mad, that heifer made me clean up her "cum" towels, Emco bottles and used condoms once. I was barely twelve. We lived on Greensboro Street Extension on the campus of Fayetteville State University. She kept a room adjacent to the kitchen for her midnight romps. Doster was overseas, in Germany, got a 2 year hitch. Just as fast as he shipped out, Martha devised her fornication plans. Cruise Vick's Drive In for young soldier prey, sneak them in the back door, lock granddaddy in the front room.
I didn't see all of them. We were usually asleep when she came creeping in. No, not all of them were one night stands. She kept the most heinously ugly, like that ugly Mr. LXXX! He looked just like a jet black Walrus. Big red lips like they were drawn on by a mad cartoonist, bulging white eyes, sloppy fat, his huge gut spilled over his belt, hung down to his knees. She liked him because he gave her money, a credit card to the Capitol Department store and he really seemed to love her, showered her with gifts.
I told her he was ugly. She hated me for my observation and assured me that his money wasn't ugly. Then defended the fact that he was a college professor in MATH! Yes, he was married but that fact never phased Martha. As a matter of fact I think she preferred married men, less trouble to get rid of when she grew tired of them.
I get it, I was a prick, always criticizing the men she brought home. I remember calling one saddle head because he had a saddle head, it slopped in the middle just like a saddle, was very slick and shiny in the middle just like a well worn saddle.
What did granddaddy know, and when did he know it? I have surmised that he knew she was a "root worker". For a very long time she never kept her dark art secret. She often slyly suggested that she would use her "powers" against you if you crossed her. Her favorite form of punishment for your indiscretion was that she would "pray" for you and that GOD would rot your ass hole out. Granddaddy must have reminded her every day that she was going to hell and every day she would laugh.
Evidently I was her test monkey. I felt it. I became one of Mr. Russell's famous big legged majorettes. Martha never attended one game, never came to see me march. Never took a picture in my uniform, was pissed that granddaddy paid for my boots.
Not long into my wonderful experience, dancing under the Friday night lights of E.E.Smith stadium, my career was over. I got up one morning in great pain my right knee was swollen to the size of a basketball. I could not walk! Marching was out of the question.
I remember Martha was delighted, reminded me that I was a loser, that I was unsuccessful in everything I tried and would continue to be for the rest of my black bastard life. (How did she know?) Mocked me for making granddaddy waste good money yet again on one of my worthless endeavors. I know now that Martha was the same age I was mentally. Martha was a rebellious 12-14 year old for her entire long life.
She knew who she was. There is a possibility that she hated her true self. One thing for sure she certainly loved the evil, stealth demonic Mathy Jane. Her behavior was pretty delightful on her part. If burning, torturing. molesting and raping your own children on the sly turned her on, Martha Jane Walters was one turned on slut!
I saw the arrogance, agonized trough the 24 hours of loud vulgar cursing. When Martha started cursing, raging, raising pure hell, there was no stopping her. You would have to wait until exhaustion took over or learn how to tune her out. I did. I know now that took extreme discipline. The exact discipline I needed to earn a college degree. Yes, I am glad she is dead. Of course I am not happy as in hatred. I am happy as in relief. That woman was truly vexation of the spirit, rottenness to the bones.
If Martha was nothing else she was exhausting. You could never relax around her. Instinctively you knew she was up to something. No, she would not permit you to have one penny. Your money was always hers. Every one's money was hers.
No, she was a hater for sure, a spoiler. Martha took jealousy to new heights. No one and I mean no one better ever get a compliment, a gift, a job, be blessed in any way in Martha's presence. She would put the "bad mouth" on you. It would not be long before you were back where you started, nowhere.
Poor Martha never saw or recognized a boundary that she was not going to cross. Pedophile? Yes! Lesbian? Yes! Bi-sexual? Yes! Extreme pathological liar? Yes! So why preach? To mock GOD! To mock the idiots dumb enough to serve Him.
Martha learned early in life who to serve. In researching my mother's disorder I have discovered that malignant narcissistic personality disorder can often be traced to some traumatic event. My mother told me that she was viciously raped 3 times at age 8 before she finally told her mother.
That would explain our rapes.
Yes, people tried to help my mother, but her fierce ignorant violent behavior kept all who truly cared at bay.
Please learn from my testimony; "I have never seen the righteous forsaken or his seed begging bread."
My mother's extreme evil still takes my breath away. How we endured and survived is evidence of the goodness of GOD.
Yes I will tell. I will warn and I will not lie. Be a "root working" whore if you want to, you will end up like Mathy Jane, a scourge , something despicable and disgusting. People will hate they ever knew you, ever associated with you, called you friend.
I do believe that Martha was so ashamed of the life she lived that she refused to admit she lived it, it shamed her so much that she volunteered to die. Follow satan if you want to. Commit all kinds os sick sexual acts seeking carnal pleasure, you will end up like Mathy Jane.
Don't follow her example. Shun evil. Pray and seek the LORD's face, His grace.
[Excerpt from The JR WALTERS Chronicles August 11, 2014 All rights reserved.]
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