So sad that she infused you with all this anger that is eating you up. Someone said that the best retribution is to live a good life, but it’s always difficult to come from a minus to a plus. I’m not really religious, but there was a time that I prayed daily to be relieved of my hate for someone, because of what it was doing to my insides. Hate doesn’t hurt her….Keep on writing!
So today is my incubators birthday. It will be turning 58. There are no cards or well wishes sent and certainly no visits from one of her children given the fact she tortured her from the moment she was born. All I hope for is pain loneliness & misery. I hope that she is ridiculed with some painful disease which leads to a long miserable life ending in a painful slow death. If I had my way she would have her womb ripped out without any anaesetic. Still what goes around comes around and no suffering will be enough for her.
This poem was written on Mother’s Day. It’s just as applicable for her birthday.
Happy Mothers Day
to the woman who gave birth
who ensured my coming years
would be nothing but hell on earth
Happy Mothers Day
to the woman who I had to trust
to meet my…
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