#43 is Making me ask WHY???

Not talking politics either…

The blog is a catartic exercise… Like writing a diary, except, no secrets, except for those things I am not ready to talk about… Homer got one of those memories today while we were out…

Sexual assault on Japan by Air Force active duty sgt… who I babysitted for… There are so many sexual assaults in my past, before Homer, I lose track… but I never forget… Sexual assault isn’t something you just roll over and say it never happened, unless you are republican, christian and Trump!!!!

Oh my age was 14yrs old and it wasn’t the first rape either… the first one was at 12 years old… So enough doom and gloom sexual assault crap!!!

What I am working my way through, without giving into my empathy towards my blood relatives is my anger and it’s still on steroids, because it has spilled over into my daily life and that’s the last thing I need in my environment is my anger…

I write it off to my monthly cycle, but not buying it this time… No my anger is still and will be directed towards those I call brothers and sisters, who used a religion to lie, steal, rape and murder… And gee I got to experience all of that from all of them… yea, christians are such barbarians…

So my anger has been walking with me, because!!! I am STILL ANGRY!!!

It will pass, like it did with my dad and mother… they are both 6 feet under and the only residence they get… is in my blood… Other wise… I only flash upon them when the physical pain from my old injuries let me know I am alive…

As for my siblings… Ya know… they had a choice, just like I had a choice…

I chose to live by the constitution I swore a oath to and they chose a god over me…

So, anger is simmering… It is ebbing… but it still boils up with a vulgar, “FU” to them on the toilet… better than saying it outloud in a store!!!

I have lots I want to write about… but as long as I allow my anger to sit and walk with me… IT’s going to be a few before I get into the grove…

If this makes sense to you… well then I need a bigger bowl next time…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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