My "mother" was demon possessed, she was plagued with evil spirits. That woman was a reprobate and she knew it. Martha loved being a hideous whore. Of course she denied it vehemently when accused.
She did convince us she had power because she had power over us, power of the "purse strings". How many women deliberately starve their own children feeding them only grits and grease for months? Forbidding them to tell any one.
How many women get up screaming "Don't none of you black muthafuckers EVA' TELL A MUTHAFUCKING THANG DAT GO ON IN DIS HOUSE!" How many children have to endure such? Worse, worse, worse! The lying whore is always purring, pretending to love you, declaring her undying love that never existing even in her vivid imagination.
Dear LORD I thank you. I thank you for your tender mercies. How many survivors of sick sexual child abuse are held complicit in their own torture? Every Sunday, every single Sunday we were in church! We were never permitted to miss. Rarely were we allowed to be sick enough to miss church.
Why? GOD saw you bitch! Nasty 'hoe!
When I would criticize my mother's brand of parenting or bring up one of her despicable acts she would defend herself by declaring; "At least I changed yo'nasty shitty diapers."
That was a damn lie too because the first four and five years of our lives we lived with our grandfather. Martha had zero maternal instinct and she did not change our diapers or feed us. Martha was such a low selfish whore she came and got us once, pretending to be a caring mother, I was two, XXX was three. She left us in her apartment on Bridges street all alone without food for days.
My brother tried to feed us. When Martha finally brought her whorish ass back my brother was cleaning the huge goldfish she had. She declared him brilliant, always too ignorant selfish to know how wrong she was.
So, for those people that can't understand why I can't shut up, it is simply because I was too strong for much too long. I did not hate her, I truly tried to love a succubus. I am writing this blog everyday to save others. Stop! "Come ye out from among them." They will never change.
My "mother" didn't win. Sure, many praised her while she was living. She was popular up until the day she died, her phone rang off the hook, nonstop. She was still a nasty creepy whore, a ravenous wolf in sheep's clothing. She murdered her own daddy, sexually and physically abused her own children. Worse, stalked us until we were elderly sabotaging every thing positive we ever did or tried to do.
So, if I'm not healing fast enough for you I hope you never have such a secret adversary stalking you, pretending to love you. It is very easy to tell others to get over excruciating pain you've never felt and seem to be sure you will never feel.
Be careful how you treat people on your way up, you may meet me on your way down.
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