In St Maarten there are those who only want to be your friend when you are ‘Up’, then there are those who are only like you when you are down or worse off than them

Hypocrisy is wishing the worst for someone, then pretending to pray. I used to be robust, always active, always eating as a teen. Tumors took up most of my stomach area for years which made eating difficult or downright impossible. In 2005, in the United States I was hospitalized, they discovered tumors, but the removal risks were so high and survival rate so low, no one would operate.
I returned to St Maarten, every year it got worse, every year I got smaller. But my personal medical history is my business. The bottom line is the people doing and saying the most about you behind the scenes are the first to jump up and pray for you. God is high and he sees low, who exactly are you fooling?
Sometimes people don’t like you, whether it’s envy or just malice, but they don’t like you, they wish the worst for you, and nothing they like more than you being down. They want it to be true. People think I’m being unsympathetic. For YEARS, they called me every name in the book because I was not as thick as I use to be. One person I went to school with saw my scars, and said that I should have said something. True friends don’t have to say anything.
In 2014, whether it was hormonally induced, or stress induced my tumors started growing out of control, I would haemorrhage everyday. The only person who knew was Rebecca and PJD2. My stomach swelled, I looked pregnant, my stomach busted every zipper. Suddenly, I started getting compliments about gaining weight. I wasn’t gaining weight, the tumors were growing out of control. Part of the reason I was taken to the Netherlands was because I was bleeding to death, by the time I got there it was nothing but bas news. I was anemic, malnourished, hypoglycemic. So they spent 6 months trying to build up my body, but told me I wouldn’t make it. I was in Amsterdam when Hurricane Irma hit.
I returned to no roof, everything except for the floors and some wall was either destroyed by Hurricane or roofers. I lived 3 years, zero electricity. Hot flashes, heat waves. When I started stressing
I had to put up with so called family and so called friends telling me how terrible I looked. I survived surgery, pneumonia twice. Came back to less than nothing and was harassed when I couldn’t eat, to THEIR SPECIFICATION. Understand, it doesn’t matter what you are going through, their are people praying the worst for you, hoping the worst why being said about you is true. You can be on chemo, in St Maarten they say you’re dying of AIDS. THOSE ARE THE PEOPLE WITH THE PRAYERS.
I hope that he is in a safe place… I do not care about not being politically corrects.. For years as I was gradually getting smaller, being consumed by tumors, I was every name in the book. When through everything, I am still every name in the book.
want the WORST things being said about you to be true.
