It now begins, for those who have been known as saints, heroes, respected decent people, Goodie-two-shoes, strong and powerful, loving, considerate, helpful, and good Christians, have been child molesters, weak, drug addicts, ex-cons, idiots, inconsiderate, greedy, disrespectful, adulterers, hurtful and cruel people. The closet doors have been opened to know the real person. I have been been tortured, humiliated, disrespected and no one defended me, I lived only for my children, trying to have food and a roof over their heads, forgetting about about me and my own reputation. I kept a journal and promised myself that someday I would get even and remind those who made my life miserable of what they did to me and who they really were.
I feel bad for the young kids who did not realize what was going on and I am sure that they are hurting and will hate me for the rest of my life. The situation with the family has not changed, no one has ever acknowledged the good and the sacrifices I have made for my kids. My daughters do not talk to me, but that has not changed. Before I wrote the book they treated me the same, I am used to it, no change. My oldest son hates the fact that I wrote the book and thinks that all my comments on my FaceBook are directed to those in the book. He does not realize that there are many people with the same problems and they ask me for help.I love helping people. I write because I love to write, they should get over it, it is done, I wrote the book, it has been published, but with a lot of errors. Publish America does not edit manuscripts.
I truly pray they get over it and accept the truth, but I know that will not happen. I just want them to leave me alone.
I thank God that my husband understands and backs me up, for he was there when many of these things happened. He has always kept quiet, but now he told me to do what I want to do and let no one stop me. I am at peace with myself and God, because I have taken care of myself, no one has ever done anything for me, and if they did, I paid them for it. I thank God that although my kids are upset with me, ( except my youngest son and oldest granddaughter) are all drug free, finished their education and are all independent. It is proof that I raised them well, even if they have done some wrong, but no one s perfect. I love them unconditionally, even if they do not talk to me. I have resigned myself to the loss of my kids.
If you want to know what I am talking about, read the book with errors and all. This is the first time that I have blogged my personal, I feel so numb I cannot even understand how people can be so insensitive. No wonder the ocean and the earth are claiming back what humans took from them. I fear Mother Nature and Gods wrath more than anything for they have no mercy.