Growing up With a Twisted Sister. Requesting An Exorcist There has to be at least one person out there that can take an unbias look at what has transpired over the years and say “This may be possible”. When attempting to clarify what has happened in one’s family life in retrospect, without any assistance from others directly involved you would become suspicious too. Shame cannot be the reason for acting or speaking up nor can revenge if it is to be presented honestly and after much thought I decided to hold back nothing. .
As a child growing up with The Childless Aunt, Twisted Sister, life was as normal as could be for a child in the deep south, small town Mississippi USA. We had family reunions, spent lots of time at grandma’s farm, my folks had a grocery store in this small segregated town divided by railroad tracks and race. It was a big event when we traveled to Memphis Tennessee to visit my father’s family which was huge, close and deeply dedicated to one another. My mother’s family was only her father then, his 3rd wife and their children in Denver. My father’s roots were planted in a smaller almost completely non existing nearby community now, only the family church and cemetery remains. From her early childhood The Childless Aunt and my mother seemed to be in neck to neck competition with my Aunt (My Fathers Sister) and her daughter, who was the best dressed? Who was the prettiest? They both set the standard for me at that age as I looked up to them, they were older and they were my teachers and babysitters.
Education was essential, mandatory in my father’s family in that small community that had its own school from 1st grade through high school so for The Childless Aunt to excel was the norm. Something happened though along the way of achieving maturity and adulthood and it was mood changing almost like a new persona had taken over her mind and attitude about everything. She was bitter, never happy for herself or others, calling everyone else bipolar.
She developed a special ability to unconsciously or possibly intentionally belittle disparage, swear at, walk over and beat down her family. Immediately after her college years it intensified and it became the norm for her as her mother was her favorite target day after day after day. It was not pleasant to see because her mother adapted to her behavior effortlessly and sought to protect her daughter from any criticism or questioning what so ever. She had total mental control over her mother and there was nothing that could be done. Her mother was always ecstatic to see her daughter no matter she was treated and wanted no one to say anything about her daughter. "Let her have her way”, was her mother’s most common response to any questions at all.
As sacred as The Truth is the supply is always in excess of the demand.