Something happened two nights ago,that I'm still struggling to work through mentally. Mary was just being horrible.Its something Ive gotten used to since she came back,but this was even a little worse then normal for her. So I sent her to bed. It was already eight so its not like she was going to bed beyond early.She went upstairs to her room,laid down and cranked her radio up loud. So up we went to ask her to turn it down to a normal level.She refused ,so it was done for her. Off we walk,to go back downstairs and it goes right back up even louder. So off went the fuse for her room. She unplugged the radio and threw it into the hall.When no one responded to that,she stomped downstairs.She stood on the stairs and was promptly ignored. She then turned hateful. She began mocking John as he talked to me and to Kyle. Started calling him horrible names and just being mean. John ,needless to say was shocked. she was never like that before. He asked me to deal with her,so I called her to me. In the process of talking to her ,you could physically feel the hatred coming from her(I know that sounds weird but I swear to you it was tangible) .It eventually broke me,I looked at her ,fighting back tears said"I would have killed to had my mom even be able to talk to me when I was your age,but I couldn't. Instead I had to watch her die,go to her funeral and deal with it" I broke down at that point and John stepped in telling her to just go back up to bed please. She cried for about 2 seconds (and by cried I mean she had tears fall then the stone went back in place) and she went and stood next to the stairs. She then continued to hurl hateful insults ,even going as far as telling John she hated him and he should get out.after about 30 minutes of this going on and on,I went over and tried to pick her up and take her upstairs. She dropped ,dead weight to the floor,kicking and smacking me,eventually digging her nails in until she drew blood.I walked away from her grabbed my phone and sent a text to her therapist all the while listening to her say how much she hates us . John was honestly scared for her,as she was never like this before.I eventually get to the point I cant take it anymore,and just walk into the bathroom before I loose it completely . I get in there,lock myself in and just break down. While I'm in the bathroom,Kyle says something to her about her being hateful and she says how much she hates him and he should shut up before she throws him out a window. Kyle being Kyle ,says I'd like to see you try. She then grabs him and tries to push him through the living room window. I go to leave the bathroom to restrain her and end up falling to the floor and getting sick due to how high the emotions are. At some point during all this John calls his dad ,as his dad has always been close to Mary but she refuses to even listen. John comes to the bathroom to check on me and to show Mary how bad its effecting me and shes heartless. Eventually he gets the others upstairs into bed and I have Mary lay on the couch next to me. John has to leave for work,hes covering the last 1/2 of a shift for a manager who's out sick. He pulls her to him and talks to her for a bit quietly,but you can hear him and her crying. Kyle is on the stairs and sees it looks at me and whispers "Ive never seen him cry" .You can hear the shock and sadness in his voice when he says it. I don't know what John said to her,but it calmed her down mostly. He left for work,she took my phone and spent about an hour texting him while he was at work (alot of which was telling him to bring her home bacon ).She went to sleep and was fine the next morning.
I don't know what the hell caused it,or even how it was fixed. I don't know if I can deal with that again. I know God only gives us what he knows we are strong enough to handle,but at what point do we know that God is the one handing it to us or that Satan is butting in and playing with us like cheap toys for his amusement?
I don't doubt my God,but seriously next time that kind of stuff ids gonna happen I gotta have an instruction manual,directions,pictograph,something. Feeling my way in the dark (and it was DARK) I'm not so sure I'm good with and may have came out of all that a stronger person,but with a new found phobia,Nyctophobia
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