So much has happened within the course of two weeks, that it is actually ridiculous. I've experienced joy, love, betrayal, anger, shame, and other things, I don't even know where to begin. But right now, the one thing that is tugging and ramming into my heart is the feeling of betrayal. The feeling where someone that you love and care so very much for was hurt and wounded, and you can't even fight back for them.
My mother, the strongest woman I know, who works day and night to not only support her four girls and her parents, was betrayed by her business partners. She was backstabbed and then stabbed again in the front. When I heard, continuously, event after event, what they did to her, I felt anger, not in my heart, but deep within the depths of my stomach. There's a bad taste in my mouth. I want to hit someone, I want to cry, but to whom?
I don't know why these things keep happening to my mom. My family has experienced hardship, but it seems that the hardships always come swinging at her first. I'm fucking pissed. I've been listening to Paramore (the best angry, punk rock music), continuously, for two weeks, and it's almost like I can relate to every single song. This time I will not back down, I will not just be a support for my mother. I am going to the fucking front lines and slaughtering some people. Not literally, but with God by my side, and hers, we will fight the good fight. I know that with God here, we can never lose.
So they can all STICK IT.
