0 comments/ 178176 views/ 16 favorites A Father's Vengence By: IrishRose1215 I was woken in the night by the all too familiar sounds of my Mother fucking. I tossed and turned throwing a pillow over my head and bringing my arm down tight around it. I knew she wasn’t with my Dad, he was in London on business, and knowing just this little fact that she was fucking some one else in my Father’s bed made it impossible for me to sleep. Hot tears of anger flowed down my cheeks as I kept hearing the sounds. “That’s it, right there Baby. Fuck me, oh it feels so good! Ooooo..Yes, make me cum!” “You like that? You like my cock?” “Yes Baby I do. Now make me cum!” I grinded my teeth together, and issued a low growl of frustration. I hated this I hated my Mother for being a slut. I saw movement in my doorway and lifted my head. My sister stood there, her long blonde hair disheveled from her tossing in bed also. She stood there with a sad puppy dog look on her face, when she saw me staring at her she came to the bed and crawled in with me. We laid there in silence staring at each other both of our cheeks wet with tears of anger. My sister finally spoke up. “We have to tell Dad. We can’t let this go on forever. I have to sleep at some point.” “I know but what’s going to happen if we tell him?” “Maybe he’ll divorce her and she’ll leave us alone.” “That would be wonderful.” We both turned to the door as we heard the headboard of the bed bang against the wall. “Oh shit Honey. Fuck me! Oh yeah, oh god, I’m cumming! You’re making me cum!” “Cum all over that fat cock Baby. Get it all wet!” My sister and I looked back at each other. I couldn’t stand to hear it anymore. “Shut the fuck up! I’m trying to fucking sleep in here!” It went dead silent in the house for a second then we heard whispers and the bed creak as someone got out of it. Soon my Mother’s form was standing in the door. She had only thrown a small robe over herself. She stood there with her arms crossed over her small frame trying to catch her breath before she began to talk. “I don’t ever want to hear you use langue like that again!” “Fuck you! I don’t want to hear you ever fucking someone that’s not my Dad again.” “Watch it or you’ll find yourself in a world of hurt.” “What you gonna do? Hit me, you stupid whore, you know you can’t. Dad would have you thrown out so fast that you wouldn’t know what had happened for a minute.” “Shut up!” “No! Dad’s going to have you thrown out anyway cause I’m’a’ tell him that you’re fucking around.” “You wouldn’t dare.” “I would, watch me.” She said nothing else and walked back to her room. It was quiet for a while but soon we heard her begin fucking again. Finally, my sister and I fell asleep in each other arms while my Mother kept up her entertaining. My Mother’s infidelity had been going on for as long as I could remember. But as I got older her ways of passing time while my Dad was on business trips became worse. She didn’t hide it anymore, and thought that my sister and I were too scared to go to our Dad and tell him what was going on. She was wrong, we weren’t scared of her at all. We had become disgusted by the way she disrespected our Father. The next night was worse. My sister and I had taken to eating our dinner then going straight up to our rooms to read or watch TV. We couldn’t stand to be in sight of our Mother. The days of turning on the radio and listening to the oldies station, dancing around, singing, and having fun had ended. It was only 7 o’clock when we heard the doorbell ring. We looked at each other, it couldn’t possibly be one of our Mother’s many boyfriends this early. From our upstairs bedrooms we couldn’t hear what was going on down there and we should have killed our curiosity right then but our minds reeled with wonder on who it was. Maybe it was one of our neighbors coming to say hi, or one of our friends wanting to go to the movies or something. We decided to sneak downstairs and see what was going on. My sister became scared and stopped half-way down the stair case. I motioned for her to follow but she wouldn’t and she motioned for me to go on without her. I should have stayed with her or gone back to my room. The way the living room was set up in the house you could see the couch and what anyone was doing on it from the stair case. I went just a few more steps down to get the couch in my line of vision and the sight that caught my eyes was one that made me literally sick to my stomach. There was a man on the couch, completely naked. The bad thing was I knew this man, he was a police officer in our suburban town of Clifton Park, New York, and he was our next door neighbor, who was also married. My Mother was naked between his legs her mouth stuffed full of his cock. His hand was wrapped around her long red hair, and he was pumping his hips hard into her face, treating her like the slut she was. He had a sneer on his lips as he looked down at the small woman in front of him. “You like that Bitch? You like when I fuck your throat like that? I can feel you choking but you like it don’t you? Your pussy is soaked right now, I can smell it.” My mother answered with muffled moans and a wave of her heart shaped ass. I sat there horrified but unable to peel my eyes from the scene before me. “I knew it you little slut. Yeah that’s right suck that cock. Show me how much of a whore you are.” My Mother continued until he pulled her head from him by her hair. She stood up and smiled at him, showing him her body. Her full breasts, moved with her quick breathing, her erect pink nipples pointed right at the man she was giving pleasure to. I had always been a bit fascinated by my Mother’s body. She only stands four feet eleven inches tall, but her breasts fit into a D cup. Her belly lay flat and went into wide hips and back into a firm ass. Her body is a pure implement of sin. She did a little dance for the man she was entertaining and he smiled lustfully at her. My eyes turned to him. At this point I had never seen a ‘live’ cock before. I had only seen them in pictures from the porn magazines that my Mother left around the house. But even in comparison to those his was massive. It stood erect in all its glory, wet from my Mother’s salvia and the pre-cum issuing from its purple head. I wondered how my Mother had ever gotten the whole thing down her throat. My thoughts were cut off by his voice. “Come here and sit on this cock!” My Mother quickly obeyed. I watched as she grabbed his huge tool in her little hand and guided it into her cunt. “Ooooo..You’re so big!” I saw my Mother wince in pain. “Does it hurt?” “A little.” “Good. Shove my big cock into that tight little pussy of yours! Fuck me Bitch!” My Mother moved her hand, placing both of her hands on the shoulders of our neighbor. She slide the rest of his length inside of her quickly, making whimpering noises as she did so. She began to move, rocking back and forth on his cock, getting use to the girth of him. He grabbed her hips and began to bounce her roughly on his cock. She began to scream with pleasure. He moved his head so that her tits were actually slapping him in the face with her every movement. “Oh Jesus! I’m going to cum!” My Mother screamed. Our neighbor responded with grunts. “Oh shit. I love your fat fucking cock Baby! It feels so good!” I watched my Mother’s face turn bright red with her passion, I could see that she had stopped breathing as her orgasm hit her, and I hoped that she wouldn’t breathe again. But soon I heard her gasps and her voice again. “That’s it, cum inside me! Fill me up!” They had both quit moving and he had such a grip on her hips that I thought he was going to break her. Soon they broke apart. He got dressed and with no words left the house. I looked at my sister and we both scampered back up the stairs before we were caught. I told my sister all I had seen. Her face turned pail with disgust. We didn’t stay on the subject too long, I wanted to forget what I had seen. The only thing that my sister and I were happy about was that the night was silent. No more men came to the house that night and we were able to get a full night sleep. The next morning we were woken by our Mother’s cheerful voice. “Get up sleepyheads. I’m treating you to breakfast.” We looked at each other. We knew she was only being polite because Dad was due back that evening. But we were hungry and we knew she’d take us to our favorite restaurant, a little diner named, Jenny’s, they had the best strawberry smoothies. We got up, got dressed, and headed to the restaurant. As we sat there and ate the same man who had fucked my Mother the night before came to the table, now dressed in his uniform. She smiled at him, and he said hello to my sister and I. We just stared at him. My Mother became mad at us. “Say hello girls.” My sister and I filled our mouths with our breakfast, and looked down at our plates. “Well, whatever then.” She looked back up to our neighbor. “So, how are you?” “Very well.” He gave her a knowing smile. I looked at her like she was stupid. “What are you doing tonight?” “Wesley is coming home tonight.” “Oh well, then, ummm…tell him I said hello.” “I will.” I looked at them both like they were stupid and had to fight hard to keep my mouth shut. He left the table and our Mother looked at us. “You two were very rude.” “So.” My sister and I said in unison. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you two! You’re never happy anymore. Aren’t you even the least bit excited that your Daddy is coming home tonight.” “Yeah.” We said together again. “Then be more happy!” I looked at her smugly, “I will when he walks through the door.” The rest of breakfast was quiet and when we got home my Mother busied herself with making the house look presentable for our Dad. After the house was done she started making dinner. The only thing that I can give my Mother credit for is knowing how to cook. She’s an excellent cook and had always made the types of gourmet meals my Dad enjoyed. At 5 o’clock we heard the taxi pull into the drive and my sister and I ran outside to greet our very missed Father. “Hi you two! Come on inside I got presents for you.” Our Dad had always brought presents back from the places he had to go to, it was his way of telling us that he was sorry he had to travel so much. We didn’t care about the gifts only that he was home, and we’d have at least a month with him until he had to leave again. As we walked into the house my Mother came out of the kitchen. She walked over to our Dad and kissed him. I felt sick, she kissed him with the same lips that had been wrapped around our neighbors cock the night before. He kissed her back more passionately then she had him. She pulled away and looked shyly at us, putting on an act for him that said, “Dear not in front of the kids.” I thought I was going to throw up. “Dinner will be done in just a few minutes Honey.” “Good, I’m starving!” As my Mother walked away my Dad gave her a little smack on the butt. She turned and smiled making herself blush. He smiled back and then turned his attention to us. “Come sit on the couch.” We did and he brought out his gifts. We opened them, and thanked him for what he had bought us. My Mother came back out of the kitchen pouting. “What no gift for me?” “Oh you have one, but it’s not appropriate to show here.” He gave her a wink. “Oooo…can’t wait to see what it is!” “In time Love, in time.” The rest of the night was quiet. My Mom and Dad sat at the dinning room table playing Boggle, while my sister and I sat in the living room watching TV. I got tired and went off to bed, my sister following.’ “When are we going to tell Dad?” “I don’t know. I don’t want to do it tonight. I don’t want to put him in a bad mood the day he gets home.” “Me neither.” “We’ll tell him soon, I promise.” “Good.” The night was silent, for a while. My Mother always played the good little wife when Dad was home. Acting shy about not touching around us and being quiet during their love-making. The peaceful night soon turned into chaos. I was woken by the sounds of yelling, my Mother’s yelling. “I don’t know Wesley!” “Where’d it go? I send you home 900 dollars a freaking week and now you’re telling me that almost all of it is gone in the three goddamn weeks I’ve been gone? Not just the $1800 that you had while I wasn’t here but half the damn bank account! Where the fuck did it go?” “I don’t know! I paid the bills and I bought food and I took the girls out to dinner a couple of nights. That’s it.” My sister and I snuck down the stairs to see what exactly was going on. My Mother was sitting on the couch in the gift that my Dad had brought home. A flimsy little nightgown that hardly covered her body, our Dad stood there in just his boxers. His hands were on his hips and he stood there facing my Mother, his face red with anger. My Mother was crying, fake tears, she had the waterworks game worked out for her. We both jumped when my Dad grabbed my Mother’s arms and lifted her from the couch. “Stop crying! Stop lying to me and tell me what happened to it!” “You’re hurting me!” “Good! Tell me where it went. Did you snort it all up your nose? Or was it completely spent on alcohol this time?” My sister and I knew our Mother had a drinking problem. We were stuck many nights at home while she went out and got drunk, that’s where she met most of the men she brought home. This was the first time though that we ever knew she also had a drug problem. “No I swear! I stopped using that stuff. I swear by everything that’s holy!” “So just alcohol then?” “Only a couple of times, only a couple. I went out and I didn’t spend much, I promise.” He let go of her arms and she plopped back down on the couch, crying harder this time. My sister and I could see the hand print on the arm facing us that our Dad had left there. “I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take you anymore.” “What do you mean?” “I mean if you don’t start getting treatment for your problems we’re through.” “No please, I need you!” “You stopped needing me a long time. You just need the money I give you.” “That’s not true. I love you, I really really do!” “I can’t live like this. You piss me off.” “I promise I’ll start going into treatments. I’ll quit I promise.” “We’ll see.” My sister and I hurried back up the stairs before we were caught. My Dad had been in town for four days now, and after the first night things had quieted down between him and Mom. My sister and I decided that we were going to wait a little longer before telling him of our Mother’s adultery, maybe not until he left and got back from his next trip. But then something happened a couple of weeks later that forced us to decide to tell him earlier then that. It was the middle of the day. My Dad was off at work. My sister and I were in the house doing some cleaning downstairs when we heard the doorbell. My sister started up the stairs and I followed to answer the door but my Mother got to it before we did. To this day I don’t know if my Mother saw my sister and I and just didn’t care or if she just wasn’t paying enough attention to see us standing on the stairs. As Mom answered the door we heard the familiar voice of our neighbor. “Hi.” “Come in come in! I need you so bad right now it hurts!” As he entered the door he grabbed my Mothers ass and she let out a squeal of excitement. My sister and I looked at each other, we couldn’t believe that she was getting so bold that she was actually bringing him over when our Father was in town and could come home anytime he wanted. They hurried up the stairs and into the living room. The house was set up in a way that from the front door you could either take the stairs leading down into the family room or go upstairs into the formal living room. My sister and I went half-way up the stairs that lead to the living room and from there we could see the entire room. We stood close to each other as we watched with amazement and disgust our Mother with this man. We had figured that even though she brought many guys home, this was her lover, and she brought the other guys in when he couldn’t make it to the house. We watched as they frantically took off their clothes and much in the same manner as the last time I saw them, she began to suck his dick. He used the same force that he had the last time. But this time he did something different. After he was through using our mother’s mouth he sat her on the couch. “You’ve been such a good little girl for me.” “Have I?” “Yes you have. You suck my cock so well and you fuck me just as good.” We watched as his lips touched our mother’s most private places. She shook with excitement. “I’m happy to have served you so well.” She smiled. “You have and for that I am going to reward you by eating this divine pussy.” “Mmmm….I’d like that so much!” “I know you do.” He buried his head between her legs. My sister and I could only guess what he was doing to her. We couldn’t see it. “Oooooo….baby you lick my cunt so fucking good! Awww…shit you’re going to make me cum! That’s good, right there, don’t move!” We watched our Mother’s small hands go down on the head of her lover. Her hips thrust forward as she pushed his head closer to her. Soon she let go and he moved. As he came up we could see the wetness on his face from our Mother’s cum. He kissed her and she moaned as she tasted herself on his lips. Then with a force and quickness that made my sister and I jump again he yanked our Mother down and flipped her over. She put her ass up in the air, wiggling it playfully at him. He rammed his big dick so hard into our Mother’s cunt that she cried out in pain. “Shut up and take my cock like the whore you are.” She whimpered for a little longer but soon her whimpering turned into screams of passion. We heard his grunts and figured that it would soon be over with. This time though instead of cumming inside of her, like I had witnessed before, he pulled out and turned her back over. He shoved his cock into her mouth and issued forth a loud long growl as he filled my Mother’s throat with his seed. After a while she popped his cock out of her mouth and took her tongue around the tip of it. “Mmmm…you taste so good!” “So did you.” She laughed and they dressed. Just like before he walked out of the house, no words were exchanged, he just left. That night, after dinner, my Mother announced that she was going out with some of her girlfriends. My Dad nodded his head and handed her over some money. She looked shocked at the amount in her hand. “This is all I get?” “Yes.” “Why? This isn’t enough.” “Yes it is. Make it last.” She gave him a dirty look and walked out of the house. My sister and I now had our chance to tell our Dad. We just had to figure out how to do it. He made it easy for us. We all three laid on the floor of the living room. We did this a lot, just lay there and talk about anything that was on our minds and this time my Dad had the same thing in mind that my sister and I had. He sat up and looked at us with a very serious look on his face. “Now I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to answer truthfully. Do not be afraid to speak the truth.” We looked at him, fear in our eyes, and nodded. “Does your Mother ever bring home men when I’m gone?” We looked at each other surprised by the question but also grateful that he had started the conversation. My sister just stared at him and nodded, I spoke up. “Yes Daddy, she does.” “Do you know what they do when they are here.” “They fuck.” It was his turn to look surprised. “Do they?” “Yes, we’ve both seen it and heard it many times.” A Father's Vengence “Is it always different guys?” “There’s usually different guys but she has one steady boyfriend.” “Who? Do you know him?” “Yes.” “Who is it?” I became scared then. I didn’t want to say. I was afraid he’d do something bad and since the boyfriend was a police officer I didn’t want him to go to jail. “Please tell me Baby girl. Don’t be afraid.” “It’s…it’s…Paul.” “Paul? Our neighbor Paul?” “Yes Daddy.” He said nothing more but from the look in his eyes we knew he was red hot with anger. “Thank you.” “What’s going to happen now?” “Nothing bad Honey. I promise.” “Okay.” “I think it’s time for you two to go to bed.” We headed off to bed, both of us occupying my bedroom. We’d gotten so use to falling asleep together that the habit was hard to break. We lay in bed staring at each other, both of us wondering what was going to happen next. Our sleep was once again disturbed by yelling but this time not just yelling but the screams of a mad drunk woman. “They’re lying! I swear they’re lying! I’m not fucking around on you. I wouldn’t do that!” “Don’t give me that line of bullshit! I know you are. I found this. Explain it if you aren’t cheating on me.” My sister and I didn’t know what he had nor were we going to make the trip down the stairs to find out this time. “I don’t know where it came from!” We heard a slap and then a thump against the wall. We hugged each other tightly. “You lying stupid bitch!” “No please don’t! Please don’t hit me again!” “Are you fucking around on me? Are you? While I’m out trying to make a living for us, you have strange men in my bed!” “Please quit!” From the sounds that were coming from downstairs my sister and I could only assume that our Father was banging our Mother against the wall. “ANSWER ME!” The next thing we heard was the most frightening thing in the world. A scream issued from our Mother as though she was a wild animal about to attack her prey. Then came a plea from our Dad. “Put it down! Put it down now!” The glass in the front bay window shattered so loud that my sister and I thought the house was coming down around us. The next sound was the sound of our frightened screams. We heard our Dad running up the stairs. He came barreling in the door. “Shhh..shhh..Babies it’s okay. It’s okay. Do not be afraid.” Our Mother’s frame was in the doorway. “Look what you did you bastard. Look how scared they are!” “You did it. Shut up!” “Don’t worry. Everything is okay.” I heard the small scared voice of my sister, “What happened?” “Your mother threw an ashtray and it hit the window. See nothing to worry about. I’ll fix it in the morning. Now you go to sleep.” He kissed us both and walked out of the bedroom pulling my Mother behind him. There was no more noise after that, but my sister and I still couldn’t sleep. Our father was due to go out of town again but he told his job that due to family business he was going to have to skip this trip. It didn’t settle over too well with his boss but he was able to stay home. My mother and father had quit talking to each other, and my Mother was spending less and less time at home. One day while my sister and I were outside my Father called to us. “Come here guys. I need to talk to you.” We entered the house and saw our Mother sitting on the couch. She looked awful, her hair unkempt, no make-up, and a cigarette dangling from her fingers. “Sit.” We sat on the floor as far away from our Mother as possible. “Now I’m going to tell you something that’s going to hurt but you have to be brave for me okay?” We nodded. “Your Grandmother is on her way up here. She’s coming to take you to Missouri.” That was no big surprise we went and stayed with our Grandmother during the summer. “But this time you’re not coming back.” In unison my sister and I said, “What?” “Your Mother and I are getting a divorce. I cannot stand to see her anymore. She makes me sick.” We looked over at our Mother with hatred. She was crying, but this time the crying was real. “I cannot put up with a wife that does not respect me or loves me. And if she can go out and fuck around on me then she has neither for me. You two are going to your Grandmother’s because I do not want you around during this time. You’ve already been hurt enough and seeing your Mother and me go through a divorce will only make it worse.” Though at this very moment we hated our Mother more than ever because it was her doings that had caused this we still had concern for her. “Were will Mom go?” I asked. “I don’t know and I don’t give a shit. She can go to her lover for all I care.” I nodded my head and looked at my Mother again. Her shoulders shook with her sobs but I thought that it was her own fault that this happened to her. Two days later my Grandmother, my Mother's Mom, pulled into our drive. She was all smiles for her granddaughters but showed no love for her own daughter. In a catholic family the last thing you want to be is the thing that causes a divorce. “Are you guys packed and ready?” “Yes, Mammaw.” She smiled at hearing the name that we had given her when we were too young to say Grandma, and as we got older we never changed it. We looked around at the only house we had ever known, and now would have to abandon because our Mother couldn’t keep her pants up. We were sad and oddly happy at the same time since our Grandmother was with us. We had said good-bye to all our friends the day before, but now looking at them as they gathered in their yards made tears of heartache run down our cheeks. We would now have to find new friends along with dealing with a strange new life of living with our Grandparents. Our Dad came out then with suitcases filled with brand new clothes that he had bought yesterday. He kissed my Grandmother on the cheek. “How are you Midge?” “I’m good.” “Great. Well here are their clothes and their beds and things will be shipped out later today and should be there by the time you arrive home.” “Okay, great. I have their room all ready for them.” “Good.” He turned to us and opened his arms. We ran to him and hugged him as tightly as we could. “You girls be good for your Mammaw got it?” “Yes Daddy.” The tears streamed down my face now, “Daddy, when will we see you?” “Soon my little duckling soon, I promise.” “Okay.” He let go of us then, kissing us both on the top of the head. We turned to see our Mother holding her arms out to us. We reluctantly went to her and hugged her half-heartedly. We got into our Grandmother’s big conversion van and started off to our new life. A few weeks later a friend of my sister and I called us. It was the first contact that we had had from anyone up there, including our Mom and Dad. “You’ll never believe what happened.” She said in an excited voice. “What?” “You know Paul?” “Unfortunately.” “Well, your Dad produced evidence in court that showed that he was the one your Mother was cheating with.” I remembered back to the fight my Mom and Dad had when my Father asked my mother to explain how she wasn’t cheating on him when he had found whatever it was he had. I now knew that it was correspondence from Paul and my Mother. Little notes that they’d slip to each other when no one was looking to tell each other where to meet and on what nights. My voice was much less excited then hers was, “And?” “And….Paul’s wife went nuts. She cursed him and vowed vengeance. Two days later all his shit was lying out on their lawn and two police officers, buddies of his from the force, were waiting on his front porch for him when he got home. They arrested him the minute he pulled into the drive. Ain’t that something?” “What they arrest him for?” “Guess he was dealing drugs on the side and his wife knew about it.” “Hmmm…..So, how’s my Dad doing?” “Oh I don’t know. Haven’t seen him. I think he went out of town.” “Oh.” I started crying. He had broke his promise of seeing us soon. That was two now, one that nothing bad would happen if we told the truth about our Mother and now this.. “Look I gotta go.” “Okay.” I hung up the phone before she said good-bye. That same night my Mother called. My sister sat with the phone in the living room and I with the one from the kitchen. We weren’t too excited about hearing from her. “Hi girls.” “Hi.” “Well, he left me with absolutely nothing. Nothing, no alimony or nothing. He took my fucking car away from me. I have nothing now. And because I have nothing it’s going to take me a long time before I’m able to get down there. I have to find a job and save money.” “Okay.” “Why aren’t you sad for me? I got nothing!” I spoke up, “You are nothing but a greedy little bitch! You cheat on your husband and you think you should get something for that? I hate you. I mean it, I fucking hate you so much that if I saw you right now I’d fucking kill you!” “Don’t you fucking talk to me that way! I’m your Mother.” “No, correction, you are the woman that spread her legs long enough to get pregnant with me. If you were any kind of a mother you wouldn’t have done this to me. You wouldn’t have ruined my fucking life. I would be in my own home right now and not worrying when in the fuck I’m going to see the only parent I love, my Dad! You make me sick!” I hung up the phone and my sister soon followed. I could hear my Mother pleading with us not to hang up before my sister’s phone went down on the receiver. My Grandmother looked at me wide eyed but she said nothing. She understood where I was coming from. It has now been twelve years since the divorce of my parents and to this day it still affects me. After a couple of years my Mother got the money to come to my Grandparents house and lived there off and on. She’d run off sometimes to go live with boyfriends of hers, but she’d come back when they got tired of her. My mother’s, sister’s, and my relationship never mended. My sister and I have no respect for our Mother since her screwing around caused us the loss of our Father. When my Grandmother became ill with cancer and eventually was released from her pain by death, my sister and I turned to our Grandfather for parental guidance. This never settled with our Mother and finally she moved out for good. As for my Dad, he never came through on his promise. I saw him, finally, three years after the divorce. He had remarried and had a baby on the way. We had talked on the phone several times before that, and still do at least three times a month. But his work keeps him from making the trip to see me. I blame this on my Mother. I blame everything on my Mother. The fact that my Father did not see my graduation, or was there when I was married, or has never seen his own grandchildren. I have always been secretly glad that her life has been hard. My Dad was acquitted of giving her alimony since she had commit adultery. He had everything taken away from her, threw away all her clothes, and returned her car to the dealership. Leaving her with absolutely nothing, and to this day she has never gotten back on her feet. But that is her own fault. Her sinful ways came back to her tenfold, and now she has to repent for what she did, though I do not believe that she has ever realized this.