What kind of mother would do such a thing? A succubus, a born demon, a "haint" that lived among us. A foul demon that never carried anything but deep disturbing hatred and lust in her cold, ignorant, primitive, depraved heart.
"Get thee behind me satan!"
My mother growled, complained that she could not "unring" that bell. What ever I alleged she had ever done to me , I just better get over it, she wasn't apologizing for shit! She, my mother was mad, was angry with me for bringing up such filth? (But she was guilty) I wasn't mad, I had forgiven her completely. I just wanted an apology. Why didn't my birth mother consider me good enough to apologize to?
Not her color? Please! I was so fucking sick of that damn woman bragging about the color of her skin, the straightness of her hair. Bitch! You had nothing to do with the color of your skin, your hair. That is an accident of birth, not an attribute.
What about your trifling whorish ways? Why couldn't you ever be left alone with anyone? Why were you so carnal? So ravenous? So lying? So envious? So hateful, irritable, conniving? Because YOU WERE A DEMON!!!
Bitch, why did you live so fucking long? What were you and satan up to? Why did you pick on me?Why did you murder my grandfather? Why didn't you ever mark his gave with headstone? Were you afraid to visit his grave?
Really Martha!?
Really Donald!?
Keep on!
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