Another Fatherless Mothers Day
Copyright 2017 Gary Woodroffe
May 12, 2017
Another fatherless mothers day here. Having lived about 15 minutes from my son and his mother here in Sarasota, Fl I dissociate remembering that my son misses another opportunity at his age 18, to learn from his dad how to honor and respect his mother. Times past we would go out to the flowering hedge and pick fragrant bouquet’s to watch his mother’s delight.
Even though throughout his 18 year history, there was hardly a benevolent minute outside the maternal sociopathic legal rancor that continues to this day; yet, occasionally it took place within me to teach my son to honor his mother. Unfortunately, the efforts to teach my son how to honor his mother were returned with the most violent dishonor any father could imagine. She has repeatedly taught him to dishonor, disrespect and cut off all communication, to refuse his father’s help, instruction and gifts with arrogant violence. No apologies for any activity of physical violence or dishonor perpetrated on his father.
Today, he has gone dark. I haven’t the slightest idea where he is. I am tired of living but I’m still here way past people much better than I have passed long ago.
The example here on mother’s day for the ladies reading this documented historical family nightmare is this: if you are a sociopathic, narcissist who will sacrifice your children’s psychological health and maybe cut their life in half then do what this mommy-dearest did… wage all out war on the family. Take your lawyers legal advice as gospel truth to destroy your son’s father; to hell [maybe literally] with the kids; just screw him to the maximum scorched earth damage possible. Go down to the local courthouse and look through the public access and you will find thousands of the psycho’s who never learned how to say “happy mother’s day” or “happy father’s day.”
Biology lesson: hey mommy-dearest you wouldn’t be a mommy without a daddy. So somewhere, sometime some man got you pregnant, so before you get lost reading your own press, remember how those kids got here.
“Mommy-dearest” is not a complement. It goes down to the depth of Jezebel; if the sociopathic, narcissist even remotely resembles you, then go to the mirror and say to that stranger staring back at you and say…”you are every childs’ and ever father’s full blown off the rails Stephen King style nightmare.” “You need to go to your room, get on your knees and tell Creator Yahweh how sorry you are for destroying His children and your family; then go to your children and their father and tell them the truth…that you are not worthy of any “happy mother’s day” or honor as a mother. Tell that person in the mirror that you need a course change because you may be likely headed for hell.
If you have stripped your ex-husband of his name, career, honor, dignity and children you are a full blown hell-hatched nightmare. If your ex-husband has endured your abuse with dignity then hang on baby… there’s a train comin’ down the track, the train of Justice the conductor has your ticket. So the sociopathic narcissistic child abusers; [not all women are like that but too many are] remember one day this will all end. We are all headed for a day of reckoning. To think Yahweh isn’t watching and we are getting away with our shitty little shill is an error in Judgment of Biblical proportions.
Do we think Yeshua meant what he said when he said “those that hurt one of these little ones, it would be better if they had a millstone hung around their neck and thrown into the bottom of the sea.” Are we so delusional to think that torturing our children for life by removing them from their father will go unnoticed by our Creator? Or… do you feel lucky?
To the dads out there, my secret to navigating through these 63 years out there of personal failures combined with psycho-mommies can only be accredited to my benevolent Creator Yahweh. In my darkest failures, He has extended His gracious protection and provision without interruption. This world is not my home; I endure hardness with the delayed gratification that a better time is ahead of me, maybe on the other side. This may be as good as it gets but Yah is still here; He is for me, not against me, so my hope ahead of me is that when He returns for me He has is my reward because He finds me doing what He assigned me to do. At some point we have done all we could do for our children. At that point our conscience is clear; it begs the question to ask whether or not the pscyho-mommy can say the same.
If your not a psycho-mommy but endured hardness, not abandoned love and compassion even when cheated on or abused, then you have chosen to keep your dignity. Happy mothers day.
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