Sure, I've always loved Christmas, well I've always wanted to love Christmas , truthfully, but, for sixty-two years it was something I grew to dread. There was no way of getting out of spending your Christmas with her , short of lying, pretending you didn't have the money, had the flu. You had to go no contact with Martha and that still didn't do any good. She was always right. She never did what you just witnessed her demonic ass do. You were a low life disloyal snitch and she was a saint, a preacher, a virtuous woman that only sold pussy on the side to help your black, bastard, ungrateful lying ass.
She was an ordained minister she would scream! She didn't work "roots" any more. She just suddenly stopped while she was winning, just turned to Christ without repenting or apologizing to anyone. You were the trouble maker, always remembering shit! Always judging, always thinking , always talking and telling.
"You duh 'cause of my son forsaking me!" Bitch you better be glad I really didn't know the real reason your son shunned your demonic ass for twenty-five years.
Mainly, I just went, endured every Christmas , except for those two periods of time she became unbearable. No human being is that willfully ignorant! That is satan at work, demon possession! Demon possession my birth mother earned. Keep being hard headed! Keep working roots! Keeping fucking with GOD's children! Keep on!
"Come ye out from among them."
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