Devil Woman

Here's another rant, I guess. I've been wanting to post this for a while, but sometimes things get so hard that I can't even come up with a coherent sentence I want to say. Anyway, let's cut into the milk and cheese of this particular post. -Nonsensical analogy-

Of course, as I trek through my endless cycle of emotions and stages of grief, I seem to be particularly focused on anger. Anger at a number of people and things, but I'm going to focus on one particular, BIG problem that's been royally pissing me off.
There exists a stupid bitch on this planet by the name of Cynthia Banks. Why she exists is anyone's guess. She is the most horrid, vile excuse for a "human being" I have ever encountered. I am 100% sure that she is at least one of the many personified forms of Satan himself. This particular stupid bitch is also the reason for most, if not all, of my psychological problems and overall mental instability. I am writing this blog to point out how utterly unfair life is. The fact that this woman is still alive, and not 6 feet under, while my mom, one of the many people tormented by this she-devil, died a stupid, painful death.
I am not the type of person to wish death on anyone, even my worst enemy, but the fact that "karma" has not caught up with this ciniving whore is beyond me, and really makes me wish that she would get her come-uppance. Allow me to elaborate:

This is the home-wrecking bitch that thought it was okay to infiltrate my parent's marriage when I was 11, and ultimately cause the end of it.
The bitch that made my dad leave and move with her to Texas.
The bitch that came to my 8th grade graduation like she belonged, and told me I couldn't wear the dress that I wanted because it was "too revealing" (OMG, my shoulders were showing, alert the fucking press!)
The bitch who lied to my dad saying that her daughter was his, just so that he would move to Texas and away from us. (Note: the girl looks NOTHING like him, or anyone in our family).
The bitch who eventually became my (I use this word VERY loosely) "step-mother" whom I ended up having to coexist with in Texas for almost a year.
The bitch who pushed her pseuo-Christianity onto EVERYONE around her, while not looking in the mirror to see what a sad excuse for a Sinner she really was.
The bitch who endlessly tormented me, just because she was jealous of me and my dad's relationship.
The bitch who called me a slut and a dyke when I was only 13 and had only kissed one boy in my whole life.
The bitch who THREW AWAY my clothes and music from my 'pop punk' days because she said they were "of the Devil" (at least give the clothes away to charity you dumb bitch).
The bitch who choked me in a CD store because I wanted to get a Blink-182 and Sum 41 CD, but she  said I couldn't because they "look weird".
The bitch who literally called my high school (in Texas) to get certain books and jewelry banned because they were again, "of the Devil".
The bitch who told my coach to take me off the volleyball team (one of the few things that brought my life joy there) because she thought I was skipping practice, when I explained to her that I had cramps and missed maybe 2 practices that whole year.
The jealous and vindictive bitch that did a slew of many other things, that even I feel like I can't post here...

There are so many situations in my life that I feel like I have not gotten the proper closure, and this is one of them. She never apologized for her evil ways, she never felt remorse for being a home wrecker. She ruined the relationship with me and my dad, which to this day is not rekindled and I don't know if it ever will be. I just don't understand how people can be so cold and heartless and just oblivious to the suffering of others...
Anyway, it feels good to finally get this off my chest and put it out there. I've been holding back for over 8 years and now that I don't give a fuck, it's time to start exposing the world for what it is. Sick.

-Webpups