That was my mother. She was more wicked than she was good. She preferred it. Yes, she was a SADIST! SADISTIC! A TRUE SOCIOPATH!
I know Jesus told us from such to stay away. We had a very unfortunate complicated situation, she was our mother, a mother snake, a viper, a lying lustful thing that demanded to hate, destroy and vilify at will. A clown that demanded to preach.
It is alright. "Endure to the end". GOD told us that some of us would be imprisoned that we might be tested. I was tested. Martha did not totally destroy me. I remember my first year teaching, foolishly spending my entire check on her, trying to please her. That woman cursed me like a dog.
"YOU AIN'T SHIT!" she screamed for hours and hours. She had loaned me three hundred dollars for the down payment on my first new car. She loaned me that money in September. It was Christmas. I had to rent an apartment, buy a bed, some dishes. I was trying to get started in life.
Little did I know it was just a symptom of her unbridled hatred and jealousy. Little did I know this idiot was working her puny WITCHCRAFT on me. She had, she did, always did. It backfired.
The lying back stabbing vipers are here, cloistered up in our families. We can't do anything about them. We can't even stop them. We can mark them, we can identify them. We can warn people. That is the one thing you better not do to my mother. You better not ever tell on her!
"DON'T NUN OF YOU BLACK MUTHAFUCKING NIGGERS NEVER TELL A MUTHAFUKIN' THANG DAT GO ON IN DIS HOUSE!"
She was such a despicable con artist. She bought my little brother a tricked out Apollo Buick. It was white, on white, in white. He put a very expensive hood ornament on it, put an eight track in it. Kept it clean! She bought the car in her name but her ex-husband made half of the payments or all the payments. After one year of re-building her credit using our money she faked a fight with my brother and traded his car in on a new Cadillac.
My poor little brother was put back on the "Cheese" but he was forbidden to tell his dad. His dad died never knowing he helped pay for Mathy's new Cadillac. He died believing he had helped purchase his son a car, a car my brother lost years before.
What is my point? My mother was a woman of very low character, of little faith. I am not ashamed to tell you, to know, she put more faith in her evil hoodoo and voodoo than she did in GOD. That is what happens when you become double minded. That is what happens when you become a pathological liar, a bully.
GOD has always been with me, has always saved me from Mathy's evil deeds. She could not stop lying, plotting and using. I do think she was ashamed of her homosexual tendencies. I don't think GOD cares. GOD cares about lying. If (HE) cares, why isn't it one of the Ten Commandments?
Talk to GOD yourself. Ask (HIM) to lead and guide you. Sure, my own mother plotted against me for sixty-two years. So! It didn't do any good. Everything she did, tried to do, backfired!
Praise the LORD!
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