My mother has been married 5 times. I found out, quite by accident as a youngster, that she had a t******** with some lady and her husband while I was visiting my dad for the summer. She used to move guys into the house she barely knew. When one pervert asked me for naked pics, I told her about it and she ignored it and kept with him. One guy she moved in said he hated kids. What did she do? Married him. She doesn’t know who my sister’s father is. She says she does but wouldn’t even offer any information when my sister became ill and they wanted to do genetic testing to find out what was wrong with her. Oh but now, my mom’s a “born again Christian” and spends all her time looking down her nose at everyone else. And despite being born again, refers to Mexicans as wetbacks and makes no secret of her disgust with black people. She was married to a black guy for several years in the 70’s! Oh but gay people are disgusting and they have no right to be married. And me, I’m a horrible mother, but I’ve only been married once and both my kids have the same father AND I know who he is. Everyone does everything wrong. No matter what they are doing, it’s not the way she would do it, so it’s wrong. She’s the ultimate martyr, Jesus’s supertwin. I guess when Jesus wiped away her sins, he wiped her memory, too. Sometimes I just look at her and think, “Really, b****? Really?” Just because you’ve rewritten history in your own mind doesn’t mean it’s that way for the rest of us. I remember a lot because I was there. It makes me want to punch her in the face.
