While my evil mother and some evil doers have managed to make my life pretty miserable at times I've always won, always came out better. It is an unction , a "voice", a knowing, a calling, a drawing. GOD knows (HIS) own.
I was blessed to be born to one of the most corrupt immoral women that ever lived. While attractive and charismatic , Martha was despicable. She was gross, common, nasty, lazy. Worse she was tolerated, put up with. Some think they loved her, some love her still. Dear LORD have mercy on the feeble minded.
Never! I am so eternally grateful to GOD for saving me, opening my blind eyes, giving me the courage to see that woman I was forced to call "mother" for the horrible human garbage she really always was.
GOD tells us the "whorish woman shall hunt for the precious life." That is all my silly mother ever did. I know now she was a stark raving lunatic! Preaching and "Working Roots" ! WITCHCRAFT!
What a fucking idiot!
But this is how good GOD is. I can go back to every year of my life and see GOD's handiwork, (HIS) leading , (HIS) guiding and protecting from the evil vermin that troll our earth . Pure parasites, blood suckers, scum of the earth that are so putrid and trifling they can not cast their carnal eyes and lecherous hands outside of their on families. A "mother" that did what our mother did to us should be shredded . Her bones should be dug up by dogs and spread all over Cumberland County!
My mother was hilarious, keeping the "cum" towels from her lovers to manipulate them. My mother had many married lovers, men that could not tell, would not dare reveal her. Sadly, she did get a lot things, charge cards and charge accounts that she hoarded for herself. She had no where to wear her fine garments , other than church, cruises and Casinos. Martha may have always looked good on the outside but she was pure putrid on the inside. She knew. Martha always knew she was nothing more than a lying whore with no substance, no morals what soever.
The saddest fact is, while Martha knew full well she was immoral and despicable, she actually preferred it. "Oh ye of little faith."
I hurt because my mother always blamed me. Every man that finally quit her, it was always my fault. She never explained why but she screamed it at me for hours. "Yo'duh 'cause of it! You duh cause of my son forsuking (sic) me!"
Martha if I had any idea the real reason … I can't say for sure …but I doubt you would have grown to be so old and bitter.
Pride goeth before a fall. Martha you were always too good, too white, too pretty, to be wrong. You thought you were too special to be so much as criticized. I've read studies that blame women like your mother for your severe malignant narcism.
It was you, your pride. "Pride goeth before a fall." You were extremely evil and now you're dead.
Praise the LORD!
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