Memories of long ago came to me as soon as I saw this 1964 Chevy on the internet. It was our first car. It was the car I began to learn how to drive in. Time has a way of getting rid of all negativity and for most people time heals all wounds.
That will never happen to me.
I hold anger towards the father of my children and most of his family. Just finished talking to his sister. She must be living under a rock or something but definitely in denial regarding her mistakes. She actually had the nerve to tell me she never would do anything to her ex, etc. She didn't even know who fathered her baby. A baby that was given to a friend of hers while she took off with her new boyfriend. A baby that was taken from her friend's house and brought to her parent's home to raise as their own. I know, I was there. That little boy had a very difficult upbringing. Always the black sheep of the family. So, it was only when he became a young adult that he left home and moved far far away from all this toxic family.
Jeannette would be displeased to know that her aunt disrespected me. That her aunt is fake. Jeannette's funeral was full of her dad's family (fake people) coming over to hug me and talk all sweet to me but behind my back talking smack.
I really found out the truth today. All this time I thought she was honest and good. Glad I was not afraid to speak my mind.
The Lord is my helper, I will not be afraid.
What can man do to me?
Hebrews 13:6
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