My mother is spying on me because she knows that I can say something that will end the flow of her success, it’s not a thing to be proud of to do. It’s more like holding on pain just so she can live longer while I hurt to death. She shouldn’t have authority to spy on me and judge me. Why? Because she doesn’t know me. Meaning, I can talk about my childhood and she only know bits and pieces. So she is only covering her conviction making it seem like she is skeptical of my lifestyle like y’all are. Like she raised me and I went a different way than what she raised me but she actually just abandoned me when I was 8 years old. She came back when I was 24, I moved on because I was grown, and she said to me she didn’t have time to raise me she had time live her own life. So at 24 I walked away when her husband Doug Clayton came. I died in my soul when she said that, I don’t know how I’m still pushing. That was 2009. Now I’m 38, and all I want is for her to care about what she missed l, and how we felt about the pain from all the time she missed. I want to catch up on so much since 8 years old to now, but she doesn’t care. She rather spy on me and act like a federal agent towards me when it hurts to see that as her cover up to know what I’m into instead of talk to me. It’s not about my adulthood only. My trauma and pain stems from her not being around and not caring. I don’t k no one if I’m a mistake to her or not. I don’t sin so that is even offensive for her to try and judge me to y’all, when she has no moral authority to do so. No one in America has that level of authority over me. I only answer to the Most High Father. Working is working, but moral authority no person can judge me naturally l because naturally live right. It is her lifestyle and her own convictions that make her seek a way to cleverly get rid of me using the FBI and Police. But it’s really her hiding from everyone knowing she was never around, and told me she didn’t care about us. She had to do her. Out if her own Mount she said that to me not realizing I was son. Why don’t she see me as her son? Because she left when I was 8 so she can’t recognize me as a man and still see the child in me. She has barely any memories after she left. As a Rabbi I’m not used to being judged by Americans because I live right. I’m used to people questioning me though, or challenging the Most High Creator through me. If I say you can eggs and not bees, I know my mother can soy this information and know that. Instead she would still be mad that I can eat eggs but not chicken because of her stomach and taste buds. However, no one ever argues over honey and bees. It’s a self worship issue. Living in a world that has free will is the scariest shit ever. It’s a trick, to see how far you can actually rebel. It’s not to say I can do what I want and you can do what you want. Run when people say that. Everyone doing their own thoughts and not the Most High Creator’s thoughts leaves a fire bed for you. We shouldn’t talk like that. So my mother judges me behind scenes and doesn’t have the moral authority to do so. If she talked to me, then the world would see she is just rebellious. If she loved YAH we would talk all the time about the Creator, but she rather get rid of me. When I’m dying from her not caring she had children that other women had to raise because she had to do her own thing. So getting rid of me would tell those other women that raised me and I’m not their son, what they should do to her. She isn’t thinking how much they put into raising me, or what sacrifices they had to make to make sure I was okay too, while she is busy worried about getting rid of me and doing her still. How often did me and my siblings cry not knowing why she left us, wondering what we would say to her if she returned or if she was even still alive. Then when she returned we just knew we were going to share all of what we been through to her so she can catch up and make up for lost time, but instead she screamed at me, “I ain’t have time for children, I had to do me.” It was like she needed a place to hide and reason to buy time for her life by making it seem she is making it right, and so her intent not being right or maternal, she never asks questions about my pains and that my healing and ability to move on in life comes from her mending the wounds she caused. Not just right here now, but in the times of my elementary days knowing nothing of life. The wounds don’t start at adulthood, but childhood. I tried to talk about a small matter, about my ex wife and and the times I got into accidents and was injured, she shut me down. It’s not that she couldn’t remember, she just didn’t know I been through stuff. In her mind she thinks Emory thoughts, but with talking it would bring comfort to and healing even to her. Why don’t she know this, and her fear and pain gets worse and she doesn’t trust me. It’s my whole family knows she only doesn’t trust me because she was never around, because they know for sure they can trust me, why doesn’t she. It’s making everyone mad. Because if we talked she would be healed. She assumes I’m like my brother Derrick because I’m quiet, and everyone is getting mad for that too. Paranoia and projecting false character on me in her mind. Family isn’t a game, you must be strident with each other all times. Your family are those you never play with and can trust and can give ask and always receive a true answer or straight answer without second guessing. Outsiders you second guess. So it is a deeper pain that my mother doesn’t even trust me and I have no one I can meet that will trust me. So leaving my mother isn’t better or worse besides homeless. I’m drowning in real pain that most men in my city doesn’t fathom. Very few do.
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My mother is spying on me because she knows that I can say something that will end the flow of her success, it’s not a thing to be proud of to do. It’s more like holding on pain just so she can live longer while I hurt to death.
She shouldn’t have authority to spy on me and judge me. Why? Because she doesn’t know me. Meaning, I can talk about my childhood and she only know bits and pieces. So she is only covering her conviction making it seem like she is skeptical of my lifestyle like y’all are. Like she raised me and I went a different way than what she raised me but she actually just abandoned me when I was 8 years old. She came back when I was 24, I moved on because I was grown, and she said to me she didn’t have time to raise me she had time live her own life. So at 24 I walked away when her husband Doug Clayton came. I died in my soul when she said that, I don’t know how I’m still pushing. That was 2009. Now I’m 38, and all I want is for her to care about what she missed l, and how we felt about the pain from all the time she missed. I want to catch up on so much since 8 years old to now, but she doesn’t care. She rather spy on me and act like a federal agent towards me when it hurts to see that as her cover up to know what I’m into instead of talk to me. It’s not about my adulthood only. My trauma and pain stems from her not being around and not caring. I don’t k no one if I’m a mistake to her or not.
I don’t sin so that is even offensive for her to try and judge me to y’all, when she has no moral authority to do so. No one in America has that level of authority over me. I only answer to the Most High Father. Working is working, but moral authority no person can judge me naturally l because naturally live right. It is her lifestyle and her own convictions that make her seek a way to cleverly get rid of me using the FBI and Police. But it’s really her hiding from everyone knowing she was never around, and told me she didn’t care about us. She had to do her. Out if her own Mount she said that to me not realizing I was son. Why don’t she see me as her son? Because she left when I was 8 so she can’t recognize me as a man and still see the child in me. She has barely any memories after she left.
As a Rabbi I’m not used to being judged by Americans because I live right. I’m used to people questioning me though, or challenging the Most High Creator through me. If I say you can eggs and not bees, I know my mother can soy this information and know that. Instead she would still be mad that I can eat eggs but not chicken because of her stomach and taste buds. However, no one ever argues over honey and bees. It’s a self worship issue. Living in a world that has free will is the scariest shit ever. It’s a trick, to see how far you can actually rebel. It’s not to say I can do what I want and you can do what you want. Run when people say that. Everyone doing their own thoughts and not the Most High Creator’s thoughts leaves a fire bed for you. We shouldn’t talk like that. So my mother judges me behind scenes and doesn’t have the moral authority to do so. If she talked to me, then the world would see she is just rebellious. If she loved YAH we would talk all the time about the Creator, but she rather get rid of me. When I’m dying from her not caring she had children that other women had to raise because she had to do her own thing. So getting rid of me would tell those other women that raised me and I’m not their son, what they should do to her. She isn’t thinking how much they put into raising me, or what sacrifices they had to make to make sure I was okay too, while she is busy worried about getting rid of me and doing her still. How often did me and my siblings cry not knowing why she left us, wondering what we would say to her if she returned or if she was even still alive. Then when she returned we just knew we were going to share all of what we been through to her so she can catch up and make up for lost time, but instead she screamed at me, “I ain’t have time for children, I had to do me.” It was like she needed a place to hide and reason to buy time for her life by making it seem she is making it right, and so her intent not being right or maternal, she never asks questions about my pains and that my healing and ability to move on in life comes from her mending the wounds she caused. Not just right here now, but in the times of my elementary days knowing nothing of life. The wounds don’t start at adulthood, but childhood.
I tried to talk about a small matter, about my ex wife and and the times I got into accidents and was injured, she shut me down. It’s not that she couldn’t remember, she just didn’t know I been through stuff. In her mind she thinks Emory thoughts, but with talking it would bring comfort to and healing even to her. Why don’t she know this, and her fear and pain gets worse and she doesn’t trust me. It’s my whole family knows she only doesn’t trust me because she was never around, because they know for sure they can trust me, why doesn’t she. It’s making everyone mad. Because if we talked she would be healed. She assumes I’m like my brother Derrick because I’m quiet, and everyone is getting mad for that too. Paranoia and projecting false character on me in her mind. Family isn’t a game, you must be strident with each other all times. Your family are those you never play with and can trust and can give ask and always receive a true answer or straight answer without second guessing. Outsiders you second guess. So it is a deeper pain that my mother doesn’t even trust me and I have no one I can meet that will trust me. So leaving my mother isn’t better or worse besides homeless. I’m drowning in real pain that most men in my city doesn’t fathom. Very few do.
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