My entire existence has been one of the dead horse.
In the old west a white beast would ride a horse until it dropped.
Next a Mexican would come along and beat the poor beast to it's feet and ride it two more weeks until it dropped.
Then an Indian would come and beat the horse to it's feet and ride it to it's death.
My entire existence has been one where every person has always expected one more thing from me. It has never been enough that I have given my all, but still everyone demands more.
My cousin who never phoned my Mom for over a year, suddenly when I start moving about, is concerned my Mom does not answer the phone and starts calling my Auntie to find out if my Mom is alright like I would not be caring for her.
The list is endless and this blog is just another example in the things expected and at this moment I'm trying to remember the good people and not all the God Cursed in Jesus Name their sins bound to them assholes.
The horse is dead and as in all things it is up to God to resurrect what He will as dead horses just seem to have a mind of their own.
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