Slim ...

For far too long I was paralyzed by my own disbelief.  I lived it, felt it every day.  I just could not find the courage to admit my truth. Slim.  My mother was always something slimy, slick, immoral, untrustworthy.  Loud, clamorous, lying, violent, argumentative, combative.

It just didn't make sense.  Martha had no reason to be jealous of any one.  She was intelligent, a quick learner.  She certainly was a talented actress, orator, comedienne.  She was nice looking, some say beautiful.  She had beautiful teeth when she had teeth.

Unfortunately, Martha was a whore, a loose whore.  Never concerned with discretion, Martha would have sex with any one, any where, any time,  regardless of age, gender or kinship.  Now, that is a fact.

A brilliant  terrifying demon,  no one was permitted to so much as criticize her.  If you did you got a "root".  While Martha pretended she only targeted people that criticized her,  she was lying.  If you were alive and breathing Martha Jane Walters hated you and was hell bent on your destruction.

Jesus told me; "Know your truth and be set free."  My truth, my mother was a born demon, a pure hellion that was a horror from birth.  Once she was raped , had sex with a grown man three times as an eight year old child she spiraled out of control into a pathological liar and sadist, a witch.

My poor family kept her a secret more out of fear for this monster than shame.  So, for eighty-seven years this monstrosity waxed worse and worse finally murdering her own father.

I do think Martha was always a very mean little girl but once she was raped she was considered ruined and the life that followed, the life she pursued was revenge against the entire world.  The secret hatred my mother held for me, her only daughter,  was nothing short of despicable.

Yes,  she did try to pin her sins on me, tried to force me into captivity, a worse whore than she was.  Impossible.  No worse whore has ever lived.  Caligula had more morals.  Arranging my rape at age eight had the opposite effect on me.  Which of course caused old slimy Mathy to burn, to hate, to plot.

Every thing this secret demon plagued woman did to me backfired.  GOD turned every low plot she designed into a blessing.

Beaming! So glad to know my truth.