You don't know me ...

You can't judge me.  You can not define me.   You are the WHORE! Whore! You can't write a script for me then attempt to mangle and discombobulate me because I refuse the sorry role you assign  me.  "Lot lizard"!  BITCH! You needed me to turn out to be a lot lizzard just so your sorry ass could feel better about yourself.

Why didn't you try self improvement?  Why didn't you become the person you pretended to be? Why couldn't you stop the pathological lying?

While surviving you was painful, it was do-able.  I did it.  I am stronger.  I am blessed.  I must share.  I must save others.  Jesus warned us , we must heed.  We must be doers of the Word, not hearers only.

One thing that infuriated my mother was her inability to manipulate me.  Sure, she was able to deceive and manipulate me most of the time , most of my life.  But there were times when GOD stepped in, intervened and blocked her insane madness.

Martha was nasty.   She was a nasty woman.  No, not all the time.  Most of the time,  yes.  Something was wrong with Martha, she could not love and she could not tell the truth.  Her insane jealousy was childish, ridiculous and so unnecessary.

She was a savage, a brute.  She was "no'mannus" (no mannered).  I did feel so sorry for her.  I should not have.  She never had any compassion for me or anyone.   Martha was a SADIST!

Praise GOD Almighty.  It was so horrific, so excruciatingly painful we could not see it.  We put blinders on, played dumb.  We can all come out of the closet now.  Martha lived in a closet.  She was not a good person.  She was the opposite of good.  I admit it.

"Know ye the truth and be set free."

Free falling!

Praise the LORD!