What GOD has for me ...

is for me, I know it.  Heal me LORD!  Please.  Prop me up on every leaning side.  Let me not regret or mourn my tremendous losses.  My own mother!  My own flesh and blood mother LORD!

Martha Jane Walters carried me inside of her for nine months purely hating my guts!  

"I wuz on my way tuh duh beach!     den I went intuh labor wid yo'black ass!"  Martha layed that little tid-bit of information on me while convalescing from knee surgery.  She called, I drove.  I made haste to her bedside.  I was there for the surgery!

Dear LORD,  why did it take so long? Brutal savage beatings, savage cursing, vulgar fornication, LIES, LIES, LIES!

It was self hatred!  Martha hated herself and took her deep, tormented, secret self loathing out on her entire family.   Fragile, in need of constant stroking and reassurance , Martha did engage us in the most successful emotional blackmail,  ever conceived.

"That rape" was the pink elephant in the room.  Something never spoken of,  but never forgotten.  What a good excuse to be a whore.  To be common enough to become a female predator, a female rapist!

Thank you Jesus!  So,  now I know why she blasted me, intimidated me, made me fear her again.  Made me grovel and pre-apologize.  "You'll be duh one to betray me!"

Just like the quarry slave she made me; "Noooooooooo MOTHER!  I would NEVER betray you!"  I pledged.  I lied.  I'm so glad to tell on that pure slut.  Common ass, nasty ass slut!  Wretched "Rachet" "Ho!

"One-shoe-throwing-away-dirt-chunking-ignorant-primitive-slave-ass-impish-ass-'ho-bitch!"

Praise GOD Almighty!

Thank you for your revelations LORD!

Thank you for a timely rescue.

Save others LORD.  Save all that want to be saved.

PTL!

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