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Checkmate.. ♟


I needed this today & someone else out there does too! ✨ with all my intense therapy; I finally feel like I am taking some forward steps.. πŸ‘£ 

I couldn’t for the life of me for all these years figure out how a mother could not love the child they carried and birthed, especially knowing how much I love mine.. πŸ’™πŸ’™πŸ’™

I often wondered why I was so hard to love that even my own mother doesn’t love or want me and it’s broke me down many times.. especially when she lies to others who come at me with how much she loves me; & mainly because of the world painted a mom as someone who loves you more than themselves & who will always be there, they are supposed to be your best friend, protect you and someone you can always count & rely on; but not every child has that mother; and I’ve slowly learned it’s not that she doesn’t want or love me, it’s that she can not program me to her needs any longer and manipulate me with her lies: I see through her now and all her lies and her bull crap have been exposed.. showing who she really is.. 

I’ve slowly cut the wires and defused myself from her so she can’t blow me up and destroy me πŸ’£ πŸ’₯ 

Has it been easy? Absolutely not and I’m sure I’ll have some bad days but with my family, friends & therapy I’ll continue to learn that no matter what I say or do she is set in her ways and will never change.. the person she is, is who she has always been she’s just covered it well living behind her facade.. constantly using “god” words, (just remember satan did too!) & her mask is slowly falling.. she can no longer keep her white picket fence painted like she use to.. her mold & broken pieces held with denture glue are now being exposed…

So for her to tell me never to call her again & to have a good life.. just shows me she’s defeated & realized she no longer has the control over me she once did & I finally stood up to her and her friends abuse.. πŸ™…πŸ»‍♀️

I finally called check mate on her & I am no longer her pawn♟ on her board to be played or controlled ✅ 

She will regret these words some day but her death bed apology will fall on deaf ears… πŸ‘‚ 

I guess she will have a good life too now that she’s taken every thing my daddy left me and my children & since she now has no family.. maybe her “god will bless her now” πŸ‘‹

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