power and dominance? or, something else?

Trying to find middle ground.
If there IS such a thing.

I am still so ANGRY with my brothers, my father, my uncles, and my MOTHER, for her COMPLICITY. her SILENCE. Her FAILURE TO ACT ON MY BEHALF IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. To fricking STAND UP for her OWN FLESH AND BLOOD. For fuck’s sake.


Love? or power?

CHOOSE.

They are MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE. One cannot EXIST in the presence of the other. It’s like saying that a TENDER FLOWER can flourish under the ministrations of a FLAME-THROWER.

FUCKED UP, is what that is.