My mother cursed me

like a dog when I was three years old.  I am sixty-five and still re-live that horrible day in my head.  For some reason my cousin _______ Walters and his girlfriend (something) Autry asked me if my brother and I had the same father.  I was very precocious and very proud that I actually knew my father's name.

I said no, _____ was ____'s  father and  such and such was mine. I proudly told my mother  about the entire incident when I saw her.  I want this world to know that woman dropped a low cursing on me.  She screamed and screamed, spewed pure low filth on me.  Held me down in the woods adjacent to my grandfather's house for hours.

Do know that was just the beginning of the hell that low whore for satan forced me to endure, forced all of us to suffer while secretly robbing us of all our talents because she  was incapable of love, of ever telling the truth about anything.

No, she never opened her mouth to that cousin and he lived to be ninety-six years old.  Martha never had the courage to face anyone with her secret hate,  just went around chunking "dust" on people she hated and pretended to love.

To the world that tells me to forget it, I will.  I will when one more relative supports me, agrees with me that I'm not lying, not exaggerating.

Do know that Martha never changed, was a vicious lying bully for eighty-seven years.  Preached! Preached to enslave, to keep people from GOD.

GOD said No!