I am a proud member of DONM!

DONM- Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers.  I should be a member of DOMNM- Daughters of Malignant Narcissistic Mothers.   As far as I know, no such organization exists.  There is a great need.  A vast, significant  number of people are purely EVIL!   They have very little good in them and the good they do  have they use to exploit and cause indescribable grief to people they profess to love , people they actually hate with a purple passion.

I certainly understand why so many people can not hear me, why they can not bear to know the truth, my truth.  I survived my truth with my awful demonic mother for SIXTY-TWO YEARS CLUELESS!  Yes, I was confused, always confused , yet always trusting, always clinging to every lie , every promise.

The fact is Martha was SADISTIC!  I lost count of the number of pets we lost under mysterious circumstances.  Martha claimed the cats were hiding under the car  to keep warm in the winter.  I offered a solution; "Mother, just tap on the hood before you start the car."  "Oh yea Gwen! Good idea! Why didn't I think of that?"

A few days later, another dead cat!  "Mother! Why didn't you tap on the hood of the car?"  "Shit! I forgot!  Dumb muthafuckers need to learn how to stay away from cars."

A "Christian" with dull understanding, with limited knowledge of GOD's Word falsely believes we have to honor such women as Martha.  That we have to keep her proclivity for INCEST and PEDOPHILIA a secret.  I think the main reason I never told on my mother , GOD  put the true knowledge of who and what my "mother" was  away in a dark little space in my brain.

I never acknowledged how truly evil my "mother" was because I really didn't know, not fully.  And I must laugh now because the little I did learn, she told, she bragged about.

• "I tried to kill my daddy when I wuz sixteen! Mr.Wifford had to wrestle the shotgun out my hand!"
• "Dis bitch called me a 'ho! She was riding in the front seat of my Cadillac, the one my first husband bought me.  I stabbed the bitch! I would have killed her too.  I missed her heart because I wuz stabbing hur from the back seat."
• "I sold lip reducing cream to dumb ass niggers when I wuz sixteen."
• "I flushed five of you damn muthafuckers down the toilet!"

Yes, I knew something wasn't right with her ass, I just didn't have a name for it.  Hugging on  her always felt like I was embracing a huge cold rock.  I was, I just didn't know it.  No, my mother did not have any natural affection for anyone or anything ever.  She was a brilliant actress.  She  could make you feel loved and important,  she deliberately  set you up just  to tear you down, just for her narcissistic supply.

GOD said No!   It can't happen!  Evil can't win, even if it is "light bright and damn near white!"  That was my mother's favorite brag, her skin color and hair texture.  I always wondered why, now I know.  "Common as bat shit!" was the rumor that always followed Martha.  The women would whisper that in church, Wesley Chapel A.M.E.Zion Church in Wade, North Carolina.  Few said anything directly to her face.

I see it now, my mother was a pure bully.  She really was, bullied her way up into the pulpit, made them give her a license!   It didn't matter , license or no license Martha was about as worthy of preaching as Idi Amin  ,  or Adolf Hitler.

For EIGHTY-SEVEN YEARS my entire family,   our world,  tipped around Martha like that slut had some real power.  What she had was "mendacity", a word I learned from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.  Martha had nerve, was as common as bat shit but,  was a viper.  A pure viper!

No, I don't know a lot but , even I know GOD did not intend for the likes of Martha Jane Walters to come to this earth, live the sick demented life she lived and just leave.

GOD rescued my ruined brother, a legitimate medical doctor.  He could not trust GOD, rendered a weak eunuch by his own mother and "stepfather".  I understand Martha's strategy.  Be so evil, so treacherous that your whole world will fear you and  none of your victims will ever tell, will never breathe a word about your  "inclinations", your "commonness".

That would be disloyal. "I'm yo'fucking mama muthfucker!   …You'll need me befo' I need you muthafucker! "  My mother played sick head games, was extremely predatory, lying and immoral.  Worse than my mother being as low as she was, she enjoyed it.  Why doesn't this world know sadism is real? Far too many parents, caregivers, intimate friends and relatives are sadistic.  Lying and denying this issue is not helping.

"Come ye out from among them!"   Break the cycle of the generational curse plaguing your family!  Stop living in denial! Praise GOD! It is what it is!

This world will never know that you were a complete abomination, that you purely hated GOD and all goodness, all innocence.  That is why Martha violated her own children, sexually assaulted them as infants, as small children.  No do not cry for Martha, Martha never cared.  Don't forget, Martha had free will.  Don't feel too sorry for those five brothers either.  They have good sense.  They know they are lying, cloaking, shielding.  Do they not know the damage done to them by their  mother is apparent, obvious?  You were hatched by a viper! You never had a mother or a father! GOD gave you a chance through your grandfather, he is the one you should listen to,  should wish to emulate.

No such luck,  slut.  You will not shut my mouth and the only reason it took me so long to piece the pieces of this awful puzzle together is  that "boy" went off and abandoned us for TWENTY -FIVE YEARS!

GOD said you won't get away, you won't.

Rot slut!