If we could wake up into a world with no problems at all, nothing weighing heavy on our hearts, just to find ourselves at perfect peace. Unfortunately, this does not include my world in that fantasy. I admit I have been having some pretty strange dreams but I have woke up with the same thing on my mind continuously for about a week. Here we go background time…….I know I have heard others talk about living in the middle of the bible-belt, I live there too. Not a lot of people come from my religious background. My son picked out this young woman to fall in love with. He told his father they were getting married. Then he comes in the bedroom shuts the door and tells me he needs to talk to me. Ok, but why did he have my tarot box in his hand (he bought me a beautiful handcrafted wooden Tarot box on Christmas along with a new set of cards). He sat down on the bed and I turned around and sit on the edge and asked him what was up? He told me not to get mad but he had asked so and so to marry him. There really wasn’t much I could say besides, “Oh, really, how nice!” Then I asked him if he loved her, he hesitated and said that doesn’t matter, would I please do a Tarot reading for him. Ok, then, I shuffled the cards, laid them out and read them. He wanted to know what they said, would the marriage last was his key concern. The cards said no. The cards did say he would have at least 3 or 4 children and then the marriage would crumble. I told him the truth and he went ahead with the marriage. His bride to be, didn’t even seem like a nice person to me. My daughter and her boyfriend had been out to eat with them and she would come home and tell me how the bride to be would talk to my son. Hey he picked her and he wants to marry her, if he is that damn dumb let him go ahead. In the meantime, these people knew my mother and apparently thought they knew me. Not quite, they didn’t really know any of us at all. My son told them right off the bat, “don’t mess with him, his mother was a witch.” I wanted to kill the little turd. Well after they married about a year to be exact, she came up pregnant. My first grandchild, I was overjoyed. We went to the hospital, got to see her out in the hall and oh she was perfect, beautiful. I was in love (something that surprise me because I thought I could only love my two children). That’s another story, so let’s stick to this one. Anyway I offered to help anyway I could. No that wasn’t necessary, they had it under control. When my husband was off, we would go up there together (they live about 90 miles from us). I would hold her, give her, her bottle, rock her to sleep and just was in hog heaven. They would come out here and they just sit back and let me take care of her. Now let’s fast forward a little bit, I went to work at my cousin’s garage out in the woods were I would be close to the baby. You could look out the front door of the garage and see my son’s house. The idea of going to work for cuz was to be close to my granddaughter. Which never worked out, I wanted to go over there on my lunch hour and play with the baby. I wanted to go over there and bring the baby home with me and let her spend the night, Never happened! I got to where I noticed the minute my son left to go to work, his wife would leave. I surprised them one time and took a birthday card over there for his wife and her mother was there with the baby. Everytime I went to touch the baby she would twirl away were I couldn’t touch her. If she hadn’t been holding the baby, I would have floored her. These people are backwood bible-thumpers. They know I am a witch and of course, all of us witches know what the bible says about us, “Thou shall not suffer a witch to live.” My husband thought I was crazy and knit-picking for a long time till my son and his wife came out here. I would ask the arrogant little ***** a question and she would look at my husband and answer the question. She didn’t even acknowledge I was in the room. I told my husband if he still thought I was crazy, he said no. Last year, they had the baby’s birthday party at a local pizza party. I have a beautiful cross with a pentagram in the middle that I wear on the outside of my clothes. I asked my husband if it would offend him if I wore it. He wanted to know if I had went crazy. He told me nothing I did would embarass him. So I wore it and caught quite a few evil glances. Well tomorrow is another birthday party, her mother and I don’t even speak. Her grandmother who was supposed to know my mother always forces me to speak because she speaks first and hollers were everyone in the building can hear her. I would just rather have my teeth pulled than go to the party. My son has been pissed off at me for several months and I don’t even know what I have done. I told my husband he better feel like going or I ain’t going either. It just amazes me how prejudice these people are. My family always had a Baptist preacher and his kids at our house. When he went to retire, he personally came to my house to ask myself and my family to be at the church for that. We went and afterwards they had a social and everything was lovely. You couldn’t ask for a better bunch of people. Then I think back to my own family. His daddy worked 12 hour shifts just to put a roof over his head and food on the table. I made sure that my son was exposed to all the manly things possible. I took him hunting, fishing, and my cousin taught him all he needed to know about cars and how they worked. At one time, he wanted to be a mechanic and we both said no, go to college, get you an education. At the wedding, my husband got pissed at me because he said he had never seen the groom’s mother cry. I told him I was crying because I knew what was coming. The heartache of a closely bonded mother and son was coming to an end. The boy was my life. He wanted for nothing, neither of my kids did. I played soccer mom, baseball mom, football mom and Dog the Bounty Hunter mom. No one can understand how hurt I am. I tell my husband and he doesn’t want to listen. He tells me just to get use to it. My daughter she doesn’t want to be in the middle of it, I told her I wasn’t that stupid to drag her into it. But you give birth to these wonderful little babies, they are a part of you. Then you watch them grow, you try to keep them from making the mistakes you made, you want the best for them, you see them going on to do great things and instead they kick you in the teeth. Goddess knows I have prayed to her enough about it. My deity gives me strength to hold my head up high, I can take anything they dish out and give back twice as good as gotten. I know one thing, it hurts and I mean hurts, when one of your children won’t even claim you are his mother. Goddess knows I have never done anything to this child and with the Goddesss’ help she will turn his heart around. Let him see there is no greater love than that of a mother’s. I don’t want to break up their marriage, I just want to be accepted. I have about made my mind up, if her side of the family could get away with it, they would take me out and burn me at the stake. It is a pretty penny, when everyone else accepts you, except your own family.
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