Make yourself comfortable.
If you can?
Below are what my siblings says and back me the hell up on firing therapist that are stupid. Stupid. You read that right. Stupid. Ignorant. Educated. And dumb about us. Thanks guys!
I’ll do it myself no one seen you see what we see so let me show you.
Our days has come in the disguise of a germ. Thank you god.
Do you see that? Fired and a formal complaint.
Y’all think you know what our worlds like and ya don’t. But you going to real quick. Corona quick. While you sit and can’t touch your Mama cuz you might kill her. Think about me sitting 30 years waiting on a release to move about the world and go find her.
I’ve adapted after adopted. And my Mama adapted after adoption. Now what? Now what?!!!! Y’all think you know sooooo much. Now what?
Oh. Forget her? That’s Rich. So rich. Here. Give me your Mama. Let me take her away. Let’s go there. At least you can call yours while corona roams around scaring them shits out of shit heads that can’t see? Me? Nope. Nope. My Mama blocks me cuz of you. Yes. You who can’t see me, like you but removed.
Would you like living without being able to pick up the phone and talk to the woman you came from? I didn’t think so. You won’t even consider it. But one day. You’ll be like me. Trust that. Then. What you gonna think about me blogging my heart out to a woman that’s still alive and yet I can’t even see her?
And I live on. No therapy for grief. No care for what I lost. No give a shit about what I lost. Nice your all so nice but you ain’t kind enough to help me get her back on track so I and my children can go drink tea with her will ya? No. You’ve got your Mama so who gives a shit about me? I am you. Soon you will see. You’ll be like me. Cut off from mom and no one to help you grieve.
My children? The slave on my own wounded heart. Damn right. Even Chelsie Lynn. Salve on my wound as she prepares herself for her own Mama leaving. Damn right. She knows. She saw it all over her own Mama as she grieved and no one even seeing what i grieved about cuz I had a decoy Mama that made folks think I didn’t loose a thing.
Well. Welcome to our world. While you clean your act up. Call your Mama while you can. I did I spent my hard earned money calling that woman trying to explain my side of her fence. And she attached the pain she felt to me cuz she could see she did that to us both. Her baby. Trying to come home. Again. Again. Again. Only to find a shell of woman so filled with grief? She could even see me living her back to sense.
Welcome. Have a look around. Sit down if you can. It’s kind of messy. Mamas things all around. But soon. She will be home and we both will clean this whole thing up. You’ll see. You’ll see. I know her better then anyone. Now. Cuz I realize I am the key to open the flood gates of her grief and spill them all on you. Yes. You. Toxic? Oh yes. Very. But we all will taste. That’s all it will take. One taste of what Mamas got to say to cure all of you. Yes. Soon.
She’s getting ready. To clean this all up. Using me as a mop in this cup of love soup. She will paint you picture you’ll never forget. With my help. An artist is she. She just didn’t have the colors or the brushes and an assistant to help her paint and uncover what’s really under covers what me. Me. Her precious prize no one could see until god was gone with me. She prayed. Oh. Did she pray one hell of a Hail Mary over me. Toot sweet.