One more day needed...

A man I know just lost his mother.
We comforted him as best we could.
He cried for hours.  I'm sure his
cries continued after I left.

I left because I was angry. Not at
the bereaved friend - but at my
CUNT mother!  I survived her.  
I raised myself while being her slave
and the family sex toy.  She had
been abused and escaped!  She
chose to return to the fold and
allow/force the physical and sexual
abuse on me!

I wish we would have had love between
us!  We didn't!  I avoided her for over a
decade as I was scared and she was
manipulative.  Then, she was sick and
dying and wore a bag and her mind was
slipping.  She would call me by her sister's
name instead of mine. I wondered at the
time if it were an act?  It wasn't.

On her deathbed, my brother and uncle
discussed whether or not she might be
faking.  Nope. She died an hour later.  
13 years ago. I would love one more day
with her! To physically torture her and make
her see how she destroyed my life and any
chance at all at love!  Why BITCH?  Why?

AM I ANGRY?  FOREVER ANGRY!!!

I will never feel loved by anyone since my
own mother could not love me and would
not protect me!