Because Satan has what they call an attachment trama. Her mom left her when she was 3 months old. Who knows how she got to the Disney Mickey Mouse we are never too old for Christmas shirt Furthermore, I will do this ripe old child bearing age. But she did. She has as much knowledge on raising happy, healthy, independent people as I have experience in rocket science. Whatever that is. Everything is black and white in Satan’s mind. To her, if her spawn wanted to see his dad that meant he didn’t love her. To Satan if her spawn loved his dad and showed it in anyway that meant he hated her. Because Satan is not capable of considering her spawn before her. So her spawn grows resentful. But very dependant in every way. They take a child and punish them for something that comes as natural to them as breathing. They make the child feel ashamed for things they know nothing about. They are being psychologically manipulated and used to boost egos. Without any consideration what so ever for their well being. You see it’s all about Satan feeling superior. To feel good is to make someone else feel bad. They really have to win at any cost. Two teenagers were killed in a car wreck last winter. Two very close friends of my daughter’s. My daughter at this point barely comes home anymore always having to be with Satan and Satan’s issues. But this night I called her. Her and a friend were at Satan’s house. And this is what happened. They drop friend off and she comes flying in the driveway and gets out before it’s even stopped good. She’s screaming at me about how I’m this and that and how I don’t even care about my daughter. Telling me how the friend she just dropped off was making fun of my daughter 2 days before and exactly what she supposedly said about her. My daughter is so distraught that she’s hyperventilating and vomiting by the back step. And spawn is busy working in the garden about 10 feet away all shits and giggles. All I said was “you don’t have to scream at me and now is not the time for your bullshit.” She marched in the house behind my daughter saying some thing about f’ ing b this and that. Satan follows my daughter to the bathroom and I follow Satan. I put my hand and her shoulder and leaned into her ear and said I’ve got this, thank you. I pulled her out of the bathroom door and shut the door in her face.
My poor little girl. Red faced. And hyperventilating. Grieving her friends. And just heard that her best friend was making fun of her. All of that happened because Satan did not feel in control at the Disney Mickey Mouse we are never too old for Christmas shirt Furthermore, I will do this moment. She had to regain that feeling by any means necessary. She didn’t care that those two girls needed each other at that time. She didn’t care that it hurt my daughter down to her soul to hear what her best friend had said about her. She didn’t care that they were grieving. All she cared about was in her mind, the fact they wanted to come home meant she was being abandoned. Satan still tells this story like I’m the one that was out of line. They have to reign supreme by any means. They will destroy their own children to do so. By elevating themselves they destroy the child. The child in turn becomes narcissistic to survive in being raised in Hell. Their narcissism developing over time learning from the one they seek approval from. Mirroring Satan. I struggle to write this because I really do have a loving mother, and I believe she did the very best as she knew how when she raised me. I love her very much and we are close now, and she’s such an important part of my family’s and kids’ lives. With that said, there are several things that she has said and done over the years that have had a negative effect on my self esteem, my aspirations, and my self value. One is that my mom has very strongly-held gender views, which she projected on me. As a child, I was always a tomboy- more into playing outside digging in dirt, climbing trees, playing sports, than doing more traditionally girly things. I always sensed that this bothered her somewhat, as she always nagged me to be more ladylike, act like a lady, and commented on how ungrateful I was. Not that I ever really cared about any of those things as a child, but these comments did become ingrained in my “truth” about myself, and even now, I have to fight the belief that I can’t be graceful or that I am not womanly enough. Well I hope you want to live alone in a trailer in the desert and never have children or a family. And at that point I lost interest in all things related to science- that’s when I got the message that science careers weren’t for girls- because who would want to marry a girl to live in a trailer in the desert?