Sometimes, there is just too much pain.

Birds leave nests, but not this way. It’s not supposed to be *this* way.

The advice gets old.

No, I am NOT going to just accept that they are going to be like their narcissistic, psychopathic sire and “let them go”. Not when he’s spent their entire lives systematically attempting to destroy them…and doing too damned good of a job, even from a distance. Now, when he’s followed, hunted, and plays with their minds and twists and turns things into ways that should be obvious, and are, to those outside who care enough to look closely…but they can’t see, because like me they grew up with that and it is to them normal.

Regret is a needle in my neck, Skillet sings. That’s a good way to put it.

I thought five states away would get the point across. I didn’t know, didn’t realize, how the mental sickness works.

We aren’t people, we’re possessions that got up and ran away and now must be punished. I swear he lives to see them destroyed.

Those in authority who could do something though, can’t or won’t see. I understand they are too overworked, understaffed, underfunded, unappreciated. I understand that day in and day out they deal with liars and accusations and people trying to hurt each other through the legal system.

That still doesn’t, to me, justify the fact that a psychopath can bamboozle them and go home and continue to abuse, because in public he’s the gentlest, calmest man who could never hurt a fly.

Marie Noe murdered eight children and got away with it for nearly 50 years for the same reason. She could never hurt a fly.

The system is broke. I gave up a loooong time ago on the system. They are too busy chasing down kids playing in a park to save the one locked in it’s room without food. This world is evil and broken.

Statistics say they don’t stand a chance.

Damn the statistics.

There may not be justice here for all of the corruption. There IS a Justice though that can not be fooled, and will not be mocked.

Lord, it is to You that I appeal. You know. You care. And You alone can heal these wounds. Yes, You use others…sometimes people, sometimes art or music or nature or all of the above. You see us, the deep places inside. You pursued me. For 36 years You waited, patient, saving as we went along and at the right time…

Father, Son, Spirit…at the right time, catch them. Heal, redeem, save. For they are Yours, even more than they are mine.