Martha demanded to be our god

We were born into her clutches.  What could we do?   Of course we had no father.  What man could love an extremely whorish nymphomaniac woman that beat them when caught in wrong doing.  How many men can love a woman that demands all of their money and talks to them worse than a stray mangy dog?

Like DT my mother was a master name caller.  She truly thought she was a mind reader.  Martha would just look at you and announce to you and the entire world what you thought.  I remember Martha telling every one I only liked light skin men.  Nothing could have ever been further from the truth.  I didn't like any men, men or women.  So severely sexually abused by her and her husband from age four I had no interest in sex.

Being talked to intelligently, calmly and politely was our reward for giving over our lives, our free will to Martha.  If we were terrified, promised to remain silent, to keep her horrendous secrets , Martha would treat us decently in her presence.  She would even pretend to adore us.

If my mother was not the evilest most vile woman that ever lived, she is one of the few.  My only hope, my only solace has come from two organizations.  ASCA (Adult Survivors of Child Abuse) and DONM (Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers).  For some sad reason just knowing millions more have also suffered my same fate is comforting.

I have no place in the normal world.  All my perfect fiends and relatives reject me assuming my pain is contagious.  I just want the world to know.  GOD told me to warn you.  Yes, I would love to save my brothers.  Brothers that would rather hate me for revealing their monstrosity of a mother than confront their memories and their pain.

I will never forget how my mother "outed" my brother, told every one that would listen that he was homosexual.   Never revealing how she used to strip him naked and beat him bloody across his privates.  Never revealing how she ordered her perverted husband to rape and molest us.

Shame on you Martha Jane Walters Hodges Doster Watson Lamoureaux.   May you rot in hell for eternity.