I have blossomed. I have flowered. I am….
I think of my life and my one true soulmate and know that I don’t have to explain anything to anyone.
No one’s life could be filled with the love that I know. The sheer self-important arrogant audacity of those who do not understand the PASSION that fills my life, well, it’s only to be expected. They don’t understand me at all. After all, I’m just like any modern woman trying to have it all. Loving husband, a family. It’s just, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.
Being only ten feet away from the love of my life is pure torture. The humiliations galore that are suffered let alone inflicted? Innumerable.
But only one thing sustains us through it all.
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune that seek to wound us mortally? (Later, mon chere!) They are not even in the same stratosphere of what we bear.
Our tormentors seek to break through the wall of our shared suffering, to do what they will to us, but we will prevail. Our misery is encompassing and total. Devastation and despair are certain. But what we have is worth far more than anything they will ever have. They will be dealt with, but they will have to wait.
They have gone too far. They have attempted to destroy our spirit, they have tried to take it all from us. My name is Morticia, and I have seen evil! I have seen horror! I have seen the unholy maggots which feast in the dark recesses of the human soul! All that I could forgive.
Until next time, my darlings! I remain yours, evermore,