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Hope no one minds, hope no one cares. Feel free to delete what you will Pendative, Uncle Bill or Rusty. I do not know what is graphic or obscene here I only know these are my words and common thoughts.
This is very off topic but really I just found this out now, and feel the compulsion to speak this. Literaly not 5 minutes ago. So let's dive in.
My sister, 30 years old, lives in Ontario and a good girl, called this morning, found out the long and short.
My second sisters boyfriend (25ish and with a 2 year old daughter) is an controling jealous woman beater.
So my local sister is being beaten up. Fantastic.
you know the sort, we all have. we all have had these people in our lives. the abusers or the victimes and each one pushes me farther into a red dark center of life where no life has worth, where I am a murderer. With every person in my life with sexual abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse or just plain been screwed with my morals die. I have an anger with no purpose, an anger with triggers.
So my sister is a victim, fantastic.
So with that said the story does go on, another reality I face. My seperated parents seemed to have known this for some time. My father deciding to "let them work it out" and my mother simply didn't have the time.
My parents did nothing, fantastic.
Well if my mother didn't have the time, well guess what I HAVE TOO MUCH TIME , I HAVE ALL THE TIME AND I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT TIME!!!!!!! I am time.
My victomous sister lives 4 hours away in a small house in a dead town, A place I would sooner enjoy a car crash then a dinner.
It has been arranged for her to have a place to live, 2 places actualy. Near home. Home is Sackville a town about 15 minutes away from the city
Halifax. My role, delegated to me is security at the moment. silence and security. I will be there when she is removed. I will keep him away, I will kill him if he makes me.
This story is subject to change as it is developed, my guarantee is only that this is the situation as I understand in now
But should silence, should silence be a factor at all?
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MY current girlfriend, i love her too death.
I took her from a jealous guy, i can;t think of an appropriate word to describe the filth , not unlike this one. I could care less about him, his motivation. My girlfriend was never beaten, and for only that reason i am not in jail for murder. The image of her being "hurt" causes my fuctions to stop, I have no clue how to repay this boy.
I know these people, these people with minds like sewers. with reasons and habits drenched in their own self pity. Selfishness that has no limit and completely convinced they are nothing more than average and normal and thay they are not doing harm for their kind words that follow after. If they are capable of change I have not seen this.
I toss murder and death around like they are nothing in this writing. I do respect these words, i do respect the choices that have to be made. Somone has to be the Punisher, someone has to be Spawn, someone has to be Shaft, somone has to be Dirty Harry. I am none of these, I am Bruce of 1. I am only a person , a person with a family that exists in broken shards and who owns his mind.
I am a good guy who does bad things, i never once harmed a woman, never once fought a person smaller or weaker than myself, never once forced sex by guilt or a mind game or lies.
The concept of killing, to remove is ever so easy. Maybe that is where my life should go. to find those that are disgusting and remove them from my planet. That in itself is unrealistic, by all rights disgusting.
I only promise this world a kind heart with its fitting actions.
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After posting this I feel quite nervous, I am sorry if this is unappropriate.
This is very off topic but really I just found this out now, and feel the compulsion to speak this. Literaly not 5 minutes ago. So let's dive in.
My sister, 30 years old, lives in Ontario and a good girl, called this morning, found out the long and short.
My second sisters boyfriend (25ish and with a 2 year old daughter) is an controling jealous woman beater.
So my local sister is being beaten up. Fantastic.
you know the sort, we all have. we all have had these people in our lives. the abusers or the victimes and each one pushes me farther into a red dark center of life where no life has worth, where I am a murderer. With every person in my life with sexual abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse or just plain been screwed with my morals die. I have an anger with no purpose, an anger with triggers.
So my sister is a victim, fantastic.
So with that said the story does go on, another reality I face. My seperated parents seemed to have known this for some time. My father deciding to "let them work it out" and my mother simply didn't have the time.
My parents did nothing, fantastic.
Well if my mother didn't have the time, well guess what I HAVE TOO MUCH TIME , I HAVE ALL THE TIME AND I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT TIME!!!!!!! I am time.
My victomous sister lives 4 hours away in a small house in a dead town, A place I would sooner enjoy a car crash then a dinner.
It has been arranged for her to have a place to live, 2 places actualy. Near home. Home is Sackville a town about 15 minutes away from the city
Halifax. My role, delegated to me is security at the moment. silence and security. I will be there when she is removed. I will keep him away, I will kill him if he makes me.
This story is subject to change as it is developed, my guarantee is only that this is the situation as I understand in now
But should silence, should silence be a factor at all?
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MY current girlfriend, i love her too death.
I took her from a jealous guy, i can;t think of an appropriate word to describe the filth , not unlike this one. I could care less about him, his motivation. My girlfriend was never beaten, and for only that reason i am not in jail for murder. The image of her being "hurt" causes my fuctions to stop, I have no clue how to repay this boy.
I know these people, these people with minds like sewers. with reasons and habits drenched in their own self pity. Selfishness that has no limit and completely convinced they are nothing more than average and normal and thay they are not doing harm for their kind words that follow after. If they are capable of change I have not seen this.
I toss murder and death around like they are nothing in this writing. I do respect these words, i do respect the choices that have to be made. Somone has to be the Punisher, someone has to be Spawn, someone has to be Shaft, somone has to be Dirty Harry. I am none of these, I am Bruce of 1. I am only a person , a person with a family that exists in broken shards and who owns his mind.
I am a good guy who does bad things, i never once harmed a woman, never once fought a person smaller or weaker than myself, never once forced sex by guilt or a mind game or lies.
The concept of killing, to remove is ever so easy. Maybe that is where my life should go. to find those that are disgusting and remove them from my planet. That in itself is unrealistic, by all rights disgusting.
I only promise this world a kind heart with its fitting actions.
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After posting this I feel quite nervous, I am sorry if this is unappropriate.