Faithless in the making
I pray for help from above
I want him to stop hurting me
But I fear I am in love
Wedding bells in my future
White dresses painted red
I can tell he loves me
But maybe it is all in my head
I can hear her scream
From just down the hall
I can hear his laughter
Right before she falls
But I know that he loves me
And wants me forever more
It isn’t my fault that
My daughters such a whore
A/N
People always talk about how a parent should always know if a child is being abused. That as a parent, we have this built-in clock that lets us know if something is amiss. This isn’t true at all. But for those who do know, and ignore, and blame the child…I hate them. I despise them with a passion. How they sit and pretend that everything is ok when it is not. How they make the child out to be the criminal. They are disgusting people and deserve all sorts of pain…..
Yet
In some cases I believe the one who listens and does nothing is often hiding something. They must be sick in the head to let something like that happen.
Yet
Can they be helped?
I wrote this because I wanted to show the world how twisted the brain could be. Here is a mother listening as her child is being hurt and all she can think of is being in love.
Yet
From the words I have written you can tell there is an innocence there that makes it seem like she is not all the way there. Something must have happened to her.
Yet
There is no excuse for this. There is no excuse for allowing your child to be abused. But I fully believe that people need to try to understand the motive behind a crime.
I often think of why my grandmother sat and listened to what happened. I don’t recall her turning up the TV so she must have heard it all. I remember her warning me about it hours earlier. But me being 8 years old, I figured she was lying. grandpa’s aren’t suppose to hurt. They most they should do is tsk at kids. They aren’t suppose to do those things to kids….to anyone. Yet it happened and she sat and listened. I often wonder if she blamed me for his attraction. Did she hate me? Is that why she lied to the police when I finally told. Is that why she still tries to call me and tell me that he misses me and wants to see his granddaughter?
I want to know what she was thinking. I want to get a clear understanding of what was going through her head. Maybe I can properly hate her if I knew. Possibly even forgive.
Yet
There is a part of me that believes I am better off not knowing.