You should write about her.
NO WAY.
A few days later, she brought it up again.
I really think you should write her… this shit needs to be written, needs to be read…
NO … I cant do that. I only write happy stuff. Peace. OMMMMMM . Love.. light….So, give it a rest will you?
A few days later
GOD! Womannnn…you should. You really, really should write about her. Fuck! A lot of women out there will thank you for writing it.
This time she was more persistent.
My NO held less conviction that day.
You should write about her.
Seriously Nu, you should. Think about it. All of us, all women everywhere, know of someone just like her. Either its been our personal bad karma or because she happened to someone close to us.
That bitch struts into that part when Cinderella is dancing with her prince. She would sigh and then wave her wicked wand and then suddenly there is no shoe, no dress, no nothing. Wait… even worse, the prince now wants to murder Cinderella. Yep that’s the part the bitch plays into transforming your fairytale to a WTF after.
Come on Nu, you can’t deny what she did. You should speak out. I don’t know what your write and don't write in your blog, but this shit needs to be written.
She could see that she was convincing me to think about it, so she carried on. She was shivering with anger as she spoke.
She wrecked havoc and then strutted away complaining about you, while you ran around like a headless chicken trying to pick up pieces and fix things. And you know what Nu, she is universal. There is a version of her in Sweden, another one doing just the same in Yemen, heck my neighbor has a similar bitch in her life.
Well she did have a point. Many points. That woman did drive me insane. She reminds me of Kathy Bates from Misery.
Or at least that is the kind of loathing, dread and well misery she evoked in me. Of course Kathy Bates is far prettier than her.
As my face grew more taut, she said…It’s time . It really is time someone wrote about her. Promise me you will write about her. You deserve it, its time someone spoke out about that bitch. You are not doing this for yourself …you are doing this for all of us.
I thought about it as I got onto the ferry. It was true, the topic was universal. Across cultures, demographics, generations the types of her had made countless other women miserable. While some cried, others jumped of buildings… To date there is no law protecting women from these prana sucking devil.
demon...devil...demented...
And I recalled lines that described her essence perfectly
"...are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them... Get too near a Dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the Dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself...soulless and evil. You will be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life."
—Remus Lupin to Harry Potter
Dementor , yes that is what she is! Or maybe she is the dementor's mother....
And so I started writing about her.
A sentence.
A paragraph.
A page…
Pages after pages filled with what she did, the lies she said, the viciousness,the way she played sweet and ruined your life. How she can drive you into cigarettes, booze, tranquilizers, suicide hotlines…
The pages turned into a couple of posts…
Soon I had written enough to make a blog about her. Here is the link to my new blog dedicated to her. She is the
Devils Demented Demonic Daughter
http://devilsdementeddemonicdaughter.blogspot.com/
Go on CLICK on the link above and let the world know about that bitch!
So much for peace , compassion, unity consciousness that my yoga practice has taught me. Today is fury unleashed, unedited . I have even posted a video and audio that I took of her!
