Margie struggles to stay alive…

It is a conundrum to think you have to fight to stay alive… Margie learned that lesson very early on…

WHY

In this picture her wrist is malformed, the little finger broken and the arm swollen as well as the thighs and knees… This was after a brutal beating… You can see the bruising from her head to her knees…

You can also see mother digging her fingers into her injured arm… the left arm was swollen also… All from blunt force trauma…

Margie was only 6 when this picture was taken… It is hard to believe that she had to learn to adapt at such a young age, to just stay alive… She received another beating 2 years later…

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Why those beatings happened, because an adult acted like a monster instead of an adult… They thought they had a right to abuse this child… They thought they had a right to shove their man-made religion down her throat and up her ass, till she folded and believed as they did… They tried hard to beat into her, this is the way life is… their way, no other…

It would take leaving home at 18 and not looking back to realize how mentally ill and pervasive the people she called mom and dad were… then she came to realize, that her siblings were and still are under the control of this woman, who says she knows her god…

So much abuse on our planet against children by adults, who want their perverse way of life kept quiet…

Margie came to my dreams last night, she was a toddler and she was being abused… I can not explain why I was born self-aware with edetic memory… but my mother did all she could to destroy those gifts that evolution gave me…

The memories are coming back to me in a very slow and painful way… They don’t let me see much, its like a bread crumb trail that I have to follow… My brain is waking up from it’s 50 years fog… the lies and deceit have melted away and all that is left is the truth of what Margie endured for 18 years…

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I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...