My father was leaning over this way trying to grab ahold of me to hold against my mother and i refused him. Thats how it played out all these years.
Im back at tbe dump looking to pick out a different life.
I still remember that day in small town New Jersey south of Manhattan. Actually i think we went back several times. I was going thtougb the personal effects of a woman who we presumed had died. Tbere was a medal of Verdun, a famous battle in World War I. And some other tjings that delighted me: pencil leads in two different sizes in balsa wood tubes, i dont remember the rest.
It would have been at around the same time that I read A Little Princess by the author if The Secret Garden. My mother was looking for the latter book but they didnt have it, which sent my life spiralling. When i got to high school i read Pride ad Prejudice which was to me another story about a mean morher and a nice fsther. Not that my father was all that nice but it was a comforting fantasy.
Theyve been playing me off each other for this fantasy their whole lives long. And noone ever helped me.
This is treachery. This is malfeasance against a child.
Thank you, o Blessed Mary of rhe Miraculous Medal for leading me to the truth, i was kept in a lie all my life. Overnight my eyes have been opened to a beautiful reality. In place of mockery snd sarcsam about me i have the beautiful truth about you.
“O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary!”