Entering the mind of the mentally ill….

In order for me to write the book and have a fair and unbiased review of my childhood… is that possible, to be unbiased??? Hmmm challenge accepted…

For me to write the book, I have to enter the minds of the players that did all they could to control the one thing on this earth they can’t….

Me….

I was working on something outside and the thought hit me about the last write… did I explain the twilight zone??? I don’t think so…

I knew by looking at the old picture of Freda feeding me a bottle, the look on her face was anything but, maternal and I felt that, even in the early days of life… I felt the coldness of the woman called mom….

I always knew, even as a child, the woman hated me, because she blames me for her getting pregnant… again… christians do not own their lives, they enslave others to hide their crimes… just that simple…

When I saw the mental health worker and tried to explain some of Freda’s behavior… she thought their was more to it… an their isn’t…

Freda made a choice to hate the first born of Don’s… my birth, gave her an excuse to indulge in the worse sort of behavior a human can… take a life…

Freda is the most manipulative person I have ever met and I have met a few thousand in my day…

When she told me to butt out after Don died… I thought I’m free… but, like the blog says, I got roped back in… that was 2011…. an she tried again in 2017… and what does she do… sends me an email a month ago, trying to rope me in again…

The only time I hear from people, other than our daughter, is because they want something… and that is a fact I can prove over and over and over…

Writing the story isn’t that hard, I seem to know how to tell one… but… always that one little word… to get the reader to see the characters and get drawn in by the story and feel like they are watching it in real time as they read…

Now you get it… it’s a whole lot more complicated, than just telling what happened… the why has to be told and only 1 person knows that an she will take those secrets to her grave…. except for one little problem….

I am remembering….

Margie…

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