28. Liv.

Eyes closed, bathed in moonlight…

The distain I hold for you is special. One of a kind..

When I listened to pastors go on and on about having hate in your heart and not getting into heaven..I almost chuckled...bluntly laughed while holding eye contact..

Wasn't aware that the valleys and mountains of traumas he inflicted onto the closest loved ones was behind closed doors away from the plethora of people who only knew him as a "good neighbor", a "loving pastor and grandfather that always took his time"

They didn't know the days, hours, minutes, and seconds he spent verbally, physically, and emotionally abusing his wife and step daughters...or if they did...they didn't want to bring it to the light when it should of been brought....the same people barely spoke of my grandmother who spent her life paying off for the house they were trying to pilfer...

When he spent more and than half his life breaking her spirit the ways he knew to how... that the same strong women's grave would be dug up to place him on top for her space that's been undisturbed for 8 years..Now we both got to visit one or the other at whatever time and I hope I don't see her or them when I go visit just my grandmother.