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Where is My Mother?

Sadness. The only constant. The only thing I can count on. Where does it come from? Why can’t I kill it?

I have incredible friends, an incredible partner and rewarding work. Is it hereditary?

My mom was the same, and probably my dad. My sister? Yep. My brothers? Probably my two oldest ones. I don’t know the two youngest ones well enough to say positively; however, they seem happier than the rest of us. They had the benefit of being born 5 and 10 years, respectively, after the cluster of the four oldest. My mom was a bit happier by then. Perhaps the end was in site. She could see that she was finally going to leave the farm.

The miserable, lonely, pristine and haunted homestead. My father’s life's work built on my mother’s strength and connections. The screaming success my mother would have no part of because women are the servants of men. Or so she believed. Or so she tried to believe.

My mother was a Catholic – a shitty Catholic, as all Catholics are - that’s why they remain Catholics. Ha! I’m kidding. Catholicism is a free resource the world’s leaders give to their unwitting slaves. Religion is so fucking perfect! You co-opt the message of an extremely powerful, holy person and use it keep people working for you. Hell, the people will even pay you for the privilege of hearing your garbage. While they’re alive, they give their labour/love to you. They give themselves and their families your cheap knockoffs: faith (in the reward you’ve sold them after life), steroid and preservative filled “natural” meats and vegetables and disgusting, oil-based “processed” foods you pay your friends to create elaborate marketing campaigns for, so they know what they’re supposed to taste when they eat them. You get your slaves to buy your diamonds, your chocolate, your marriage licenses. They “work” for you and "love" each other. They don’t realize that love is work, that you’ve stolen every expedient drop, leaving them just enough to keep producing. For you.

Is this why I’m sad? Because the world is full of slaves? Because I’ve lived among slaves all my life? Because I am a slave?

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This is definitely a topic thats close to me so Im happy that you wrote about it. Im also happy that you did the subject some justice. Not only do you know a great deal about it, you know how to present in a way that people will want to read more. Im so happy to know someone like you exists on the web

Love is Work & Sacrifice

I thought I never knew what love was, but I did, somehow. I didn't cry, laugh, see colors, hear music. At 14 I cried for 3 hours. A couple months later I heard a strange noise. I looked all around the room and there was nothing. I sat back down in my chair and realized the noise was coming from me. I tried to identify it: I was chuckling! At 16 I was going to jump off a bridge because I walked in on male I was involved with humping my best friend. As I approached the bridge I thought of timing so that I'd hit the ground and a truck would run over me. I imagined my dead body and my friend seeing it. I didn't want to hurt her so I didn't jump. I thought this must be love because I am willing to suffer pain so that she doesn't. My children hurt me all the time, still do. I do what is right for them because I want them to be their best, to command their lives, possibly even enjoy their lives. I ignore my pain and love them anyway. Now I have a husband who loves me and I love him. Yet somehow I expect more, that it shouldn't hurt and so we argue. I want to kill myself but I can't hurt him. Why does he hurt me? Then I realize I hurt him too. The only way to stop the cycle of pain is to take it and wait for a better day.


It seems to me you find aome kind of satisfaction in some kinds of thoughts. It seems to me we can look at the same thing from different views and we can be equally right. Maybe, from one view we are slaves, from another we are not. Well, everything depends. It is up to you to decide what to believe into. Well, I'm not a religious person but I see that a lot of people find relief or some strong support in religion. And I like it. I've seen a great movie about different religions (downloaded it at torrent SE ) and I came to the conclusion that all of them are alike. They have the same principles. But it is not what I wanted to say. The thing is that you have chosen such a view on life, but if you notice that it makes people who surround you unhappy stop doing that. Focus your attention on work, help others and you'll see the world in a different light.


Thanks for this informative articles. Being a mother is not an easy task. They have so many responsibilties to do. Taking good care of thier children, cooking food for them, washing clothes and etc. The hardest part is when you are not a full time mother and like father you are earning money too for living.

You're not a slave. You have

You're not a slave. You have an awake mind! And that cannot be held in check - it's an amazing thing!

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They don’t realize that love is work, that you’ve stolen every expedient drop, leaving them just enough to keep producing. For you.

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