Saturday, February 26, 2011
Another Sad
my kids hate me
no
not really shocked or surprised
just didn't think the First son had
the same constructs as the second one.
The father wanted to be put in
contact with the eldest.
I contacted the eldest
the eldest asked for the father's
phone number
I gave it to him.
The next day Son attacks...
"What are you getting from this?"
Took a few minutes for him to catch
that he had called his father
The second son, congealed with hate
twisted into caricature
has filled his head with his problems
and of course, the Big One is willing
to believe anything anti-me.
I didn't know that.
I admit.
I didn't know that he so wanted to find
something to hate me for...wanted to
believe the worst.
Even where it conflicts with his own
actions
So Unca Brian, who used them as drug
mules, who is cheating them out of
their inheritance will be supported
over their hated father
They will help Brian cheat them
because they hate their father.
And they hate me.
They had a horrible childhood but can
not ever truly admit
this
for that would contradict Grandma as
Madonna.
So they hate me and Norman.
Norman they have reason
for he did brutalize them when they
were in those middle years...
but me?
They hate me to hate me
which is alright.
Now, having made the uncorrectable error
the Big one joins the middle one in the
land of vacuum.
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