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woman, oh woman even after your constant, daily treatment of abuse I demonstrated I could have been your karate kid. In your defense did I not impulsively stand tall between two warring giants me, a whippet of a kid arms outstretched like sabre swords pleading don't hurt her.... taking blows meant for you. You the one that inflicted pain 24/7 twisting the tender skin off my arm flesh and leaving huge welts that stung like scorpion hot chilies the umpteen mountainous goose-egg bumps you planted on my tiny forehead with knuckles constructed of iron steel. I demonstrated a compassionate heart in dreadful moments, woman, oh woman where was your loving heart standing in as mother to an abandoned child now trapped in a poor, blazing hellhole. With fresh eyes anew ...my learned enlightenment I now understand your sole/soul's motivation was the almighty dollar ... hard cash that never came through for you. Pure and simple ... avaricious by nature most certainly not nurture and, please excuse me while I laugh you claim to be a christian! Hmm, I say hypocritical and evil to the core.

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Date: 8/8/2015 9:02:00 AM
A most moving and painful write. Childhood experiences whether physical or observed have log term far reaching effects on all our future relationships and life in general. The words Father forgive them for they know not what they do seem inadequate and to fall far short of what is required. Kind regards, Ian
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Denise Morgan
Date: 8/8/2015 11:07:00 AM
So true, Ian Jones... thanks for reading and commenting! :)

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