"Correct a fool and get a blot."

The evil doer like my mother interprets that scripture to mean; leave her alone because she's won, can't lose.  She is a liar, a fake, as fake as those one thousand wigs she owned.

Why couldn't we see it?  My mother was a "drag queen".  When she wanted to impress she would sit in the mirror for hours applying very light make up strategically.   Washing, perfuming, girdling, padded bra-ing, lotion-ing, soft-ing . (Making herself attractive the same as a black widow spider prepares her nest.)  Martha loved hair so much she often wore TWO WIGS!

For some reason I sat fascinated watching her magically transform to "something" very attractive, smelling good! looking good!  Little did I know she was attempting to mask her emptiness, her stubbornness , her soullessness.

We were always laughing and talking, talking about other people. Screaming with laughter at the stupidity of "others".  Yes, I refused to believe that I was a victim! She always assured me that I was her favorite.  She just had to put on "wid dem other niggers."

When a man or woman resorts to using children for their sexual pleasure, all is lost.  It is over for that individual. They have clearly crossed the line of all decency, of all common sense. Martha knew full well she was a pervert.  She did not care,  only because she could not care.  Martha's lust , carnal drive was high, her morals low.  Plus, Martha was deliberately stupid.  Martha preferred cheating on a test to actually studying. She preferred looking at the cover of a book and guessing what it said.  Martha demanded to destroy everyone she could.  The fact you were kin delighted her, made it much easier to exploit you.

Martha knew it was over for her when that "boy" came back in 2005.  She should have known it was over for her when I came back in '97.

Dear LORD deliver all of the severely abused children still held captive by their demon possessed mothers. Women so common and depraved this world refuses to know.  I understand, I refused to know for FIFTY-EIGHT YEARS! 

That "boy" came back, Martha's memory started slipping, GOD sent me visions, re-opened that part of my brain that had been mercifully shut down.  Once caught she behaved the way she always did when caught, she attacked! She insulted!  She cussed me out! She smeared my name! She smeared GOD's name, laughed in GOD's face.

GOD said NO!

It is ALL in Divine Order!