LORD have mercy. I was a toddler but I remember clearly because Mathy Jane was carrying on something fierce. I know now this was the strategy he gave her. Just turn into the loudest, most vulgar, screaming, threatening, assaulting banshee you can become. That was my mother, the dark secret I carried for fifty-eight years before I started to comprehend, to understand.
Martha screamed her innocence, spewed curse after curse. I remember somehow my grandfather remained relatively calm under the circumstances. "You hit a new low dawthur, you done hit rock bottom. You can't go no lower."
Unfortunately she could. For the next sixty years I continued to suffer in secret. We all suffered, all rotted slowly. I think that whole thing about jealousy and envy was a put on, a justification. Especially that crap about skin color. How could a woman that claimed to hate black skin so much keep getting pregnant for the blackest men?
Martha could never admit that she was a nymphomaniac and loved it! Was INCESTUOUS and unashamed. Was a true pedophile, loved that too. Boys twelve to fourteen were her favorite.
Yes, she married a fellow pervert and lived a secret life of perversion and witchcraft for eighty-seven years. She is gone now but not her kind.
Do look at their fruit. Don't fear them. They have no power. They are just savage, extremely violent pathological liars. I'm still wondering about her "Church". You know I told on her and they didn't care. Didn't waste a prayer on her either.
I'm healing. Praise the LORD I'm healing.
Thank you Jesus!
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