I feel a relief at the calendar clicking over to August. Coming up... September, October, November. I can feel the day of justice is coming, and that the family nightmare I confront will shift state. The injustice against me is torture, and yet I know the moment this flip, a searing pain ten times worse is heaped upon those who betrayed me.
The deliberate poisoning of my children against me by family members and friends who fell for the lie — so they don't have to confront facts or conscience — has been the most harrowing thing I have ever faced. The bond between a parent and child is sacred, and nobody should ever hijack or disrupt it. The consequences for doing so are deservedly "millstone class".
I am trying to not stay in the vein of emotion for too long because of wear & tear mentally & physically. Having said that...I have no control over my dreams. Last night was the most vivid dream I've had in a long time. I was begging my daughter to help me rescue a nest of baby birds and a mama bird. I picked them up and felt their brown softness, knowing I couldn't get them out on my own...and she was oblivious to the situation.
I desperately need her to wake up but not relishing the thought of the anguish she is going to have when she learns the truth of the jab she was talked into taking by her motherinlaw.
