My mother has ruined my sister’s birthday party, today, October 11th 2023 because of her continuous emotional abuse. I type this 9:38 PM, after my sister and I rebuked her. I am in a black suit with a blue undershirt and my sister in a dress.
Earlier in the day, my mother said that she saw on my sister’s phone notifications the word “hooker” (I have not seen the evidence of this accusation) and that she did not want to bring this up because it is her birthday. So, we blew up balloons and decorated the house. My mother left. Later, my sister came and I surprised her. We played the video game Kirby and the Forgotten Land. After, my mother came home.
There was an infernalist that was online in the Christian Universalists Discord server, so I quickly rebuked them. All people shall believe in Christ and all people shall thus be permanently saved. My mother too is an infernalist. After, my mother and I took pictures of my sister as she posed with the balloons.
I let my sister look at the pictures I took of her on my phone. And then my sister looked at the pictures on my mother’s phone and saw that there were screenshots of her phone notifications on her chat. So, my sister got rightfully upset because she did not give my mother permission to look through her phone, she did not consent to having her private conversations screenshotted and saved.
My mother tried to justify her evil here by saying that she was trying to protect my sister from harm. Yet, my sister told me that she was not looking at her phone in the morning, so this message could have been sent from a different person in her group chat. As well, I don’t see anything wrong with using the word “hooker” or just talking about “hookers” or making jokes, etc. etc. I don’t see anything inherently wrong with vulgar language either. The fact that my mother has to grasp at straws and scrape the bottom of the barrel trying to find meaningless non-issues to force drama out of sickens me.
My mother has emotionally abused me for over a decade. As such, she has mentally taken control of me, in this prison of a house. We thought that my sister was going to be harmed, so my mother manipulated me into looking into her Discord and Instagram accounts without her permission. I regret the evil action that I did and I rebuke myself for it. I stopped doing that in the past. I’ve confessed that mistake to my sister before and I told her about it again. But I do so, and I do so here, to outline the difference between my mother and I. We are both evil sinners and have made many mistakes. But I acknowledge my past evil. I still make mistakes, such as how I included people’s Discord quotes on my website without their permission, to which I went after and removed yesterday. I must unlearn much of the toxic behavior that my mother had taught me for over a decade.
My mother here has refused to fully admit the evil of her actions, her breach of privacy. When we were rightfully angry at her, she kept laughing repeatedly, she kept shifting the blame, and accusing us. Rather than talking to me, she would take out her black camera and take pictures of me, as if to mock me. My sister asks me if she could stay with me in my house, if I ever get one of my own, and I agree. That is why I, who am a 22-year-old, has become a better moral guardian for my sister than both of our parents who are over 45 years old. How can my mother even begin to improve her behavior if she does not recognize why it’s bad? Where is her empathy? My mother says to talk with her when we are her age. How convenient for her, because, will not for our whole lives always be physically younger than her mother? So then, would she never listen to us, as long as she lives? Let us listen to people, regardless of their age my friend and not discriminate against them. Therefore, I explained this Bible verse to my mother and my sister:
```1 Timothy 4:12 12 Let no one despise your youth, but set the believers an example in speech and conduct, in love, in faith, in purity. ```
My mother then throws what she was cleaning in the sink in anger. She continues screaming and shouting. She asks why this is such a big issue. I tell her because she has been doing this for a long time. My sister says she’s told my mother multiple times to stop invading her privacy, yet my mother continues in her evil. My mother comes downstairs and we stare at each other for minutes. She widens her eyes and asks if I am scared and I tell her I do not care. She then starts moving her lips and starts making what sounds like chipmunk noises. My sister asks why this was happening on this specific day and she believes this was meant to be a message to her, a warning against her mother. I agree. Today is yet another predetermined event by the LORD God.
My sister asks if she can redo this. And I say this, for every day she has suffered under our mother’s abuse, give her a day of happiness in paradise. No, a month, a year. Lord, give all who have suffered abuse from a parent permanent happiness in Heaven. This is my humble request, as one who continues to be abused by my mother. My mother says that people did not celebrate her birthday either. Therefore, I forgive her and still love her. Let me continue to be there, for the both of them, for as long as I live, my Lord.
