Ok? Like this reading is so on point. God is calling time. And Manna backed me up.
Watch the whole thing Mama.
Or Vicki. Whoever’s reading this? Watch this and pay attention!! God!
This is what it like to be Linda Marie’s daughter? It’s like trying to steer Miss Daisy away from the cliff! Snap out of it Mama! Now!
I wonder? Maybe we all did that? Anyone?
Does anyone have a graph? Of the progress?
People don’t read my blog when I am talking solutions but boy do they flock when the shits flying? Hmmm? Pattern?
People love dirt.
She just needs to show up and do the work needed. No chickening out. I have had to take what I dished to my own children for lack of knowledge and being loaded with a whole lot of bullshit. So we all must face our demons. Thoughts. I’ve faced mine.
And I’ve stood and taken back what I gave. Because that right. If it’s mine? I must take it. It’s words now. And each child deserves their moment to give back to their Mamas what was not theirs so Mama can learn too.
I’ve always let my kids give me my shit back. And I take it and put it in the trash. If their have more? I take that and throw it away. No need for a cross to bear when I have a garbage for yesterdays truths thrown up by my children. The woman I was is no more. And it’s all residue. As I shed the skin of a liar for higher. An illegitimate child posing as a normal child. What a horrible thing to teach me to do. So off base. So lied too. Validating between truth and tale. Weaving to and frow. Here? Or there? Lawful limbo. Identity arrest!
Up to date with the world. And our of date with my family. Or am I?