"Mother's Day" 2023
If you aren't capable of handling raw emotion I'm going to ask you not to read any further. I am not holding back any words or thoughts in this, so you have been warned. It is not a pleasant journal entry, but it is reality- My reality, my son's reality. It's not for you to judge. Mother's Day is destroyed for us now.
Her handler probably won't have the balls to let her read this, his own fragile existence would probably shit itself at the thought and I seriously doubt she would have the courage to make it to the end. She has already demonstrated that. Truth hurts. That's why she needed something barely stronger than herself with a paycheck because he's controllable. Weak men need love too I suppose, even if they have to buy it.
This is the time of the year that I'd be thinking about trying to do something special for Diane. The only problem I'm facing now, is the reality that the woman that has control of my son at the moment is not his mother.
Not anymore.
What used to be a celebration of what we did is now marked on this day from here on out as a remembrance that she died- this thing she is now cannot change that, she will bury it in her own self-loathing and despair, hide it with hollow spoils, stolen laughter, and our murdered, innocent lives. She deserves it as such. I may always be a reminder, but even when I'm gone, the life our son was supposed to have will remain long after she is gone.
Harsh perhaps? I think not. The woman that once was my son's mother would never bring the things to the table that have been left there now. Lies, deceit, materialistic gluttony, infidelity and jealousy.
This is the animal speaking from the cage. You created him. You turned me into this animal because I let you put me in a cage, and I went into it willingly. For years now I have only been trying to protect you and Talon underneath me, taking every blow, every stab that draws blood- little did we know that it was you that was also stabbing us from underneath when you became this thing you are now.
US. Me AND Talon- drawing our blood, killing our pure, innocent selves- drinking it and wetting yourself up for the next fuck that gives you money.
Your own words have given you away many times no matter how much you try to tell people that it's never been about that. You cannot unsay what you have said. You know it, I know it and the Gods know it.
And every single time this pittance of a man fucks you, every thrust plunges a dagger into Talons being. EVERY SINGLE TIME. Every moan you make rejoices at the death of the life Talon was supposed to have and you destroyed. You are laughing at it, drinking the blood from Talon’s heart, enjoying it. Savoring it.
Moan Diane, MOAN. He will never hear it from the Diane that used to exist- she died.
The fetid puss that he leaves inside you and drips between your legs you'll wipe off onto Talon’s open, bleeding heart. Every time. When you drink it from his cock the woman you used to be chokes on it while you laugh your way to the next piece of real estate. Fool yourself and forget, this is not my truth. This is THE truth. He is nothing except a controllable means for your vile self and deserves the diseased, infected thing you have become. Love does not trade the things that you have Diane. That vile thing you have become will rot inside, until there is nothing left but money, things, and the diseased fucking to make you forget.
For now.
The cage will not hold forever.
To the Diane that me and Talon protect deep in our hearts, Happy Mother's Day.
To this Diane, you get what you pay for. The bill will come due for what you have stolen and paid for it with.
