You do not know the pain of watching your mother in death pain while your brother tries to soothe her and only you can hear her scream ‘no’ so she can die and the absolute fear on your brothers face that he can’t hear it and the loathing that emanates. It is a hell no one should face. And then you mocked me year after year after year in it ~ 🔥 ~ to state Kali is present is an understatement
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I have to set the record straight:: it was horrible, all of it, for all of us. My father and brother met me outside as I arrived. I had been dredging it since I flew in days before. My father didn’t tell me the truth. My aunt was distraught, but my mother always brushed it off so I did as well. Foolish. They met me outside the house to prepare me for what I was about to see. Both my father and brother crumbled before for I entered the house. You see - I must convey the truth of love that was. I entered to see something that made me shake to my core. I tremble as I tried to eat while my brother looked at me blank. All of it like it never existed.
My mother was half the body I had just seen 2 months prior. I had taken a job to be able to fly home to see them every month and it was as if it was gone. I couldn’t speak. I had no idea what to do. We sat together. We tried to laugh. It scared me to death. I awoke the next day and she still was hanging on. With me home, my father and brother tried to take care of things since I was home with mother. In that space, my father came home - not my brother - and in that time frame she passed. My brother was not present. I had advised my father to message my brother to come home pronto. That he would understand. He still missed his window to say goodbye. I believe to this day he hates me for it.
Flash forward ~ my brother tired to strangle me to death months later and then I escaped to isolation and now apparently the Banksy collective thinks they can siphon off me until they kill me.
