Lonely and furious

Oh God, God! How worn-out, stale, and pointless life is to me. My loving mother married the bother of her former husband, my father. Such an excellent king, as superior to my uncle as a god is to a beast, and so loving toward my mother. Oh God, do I have to remember that? My slut mother would hang on to him, and the more she was with him the more she wanted to be with him; she loved him honestly and truly. Yet even so, within a month of my father's death. I don't even want to think about it. Women are so weak to the charm of a man. Even an animal would have mourned its mate longer than she did There she was marrying my uncle, my father's brother less than a month after my father's death. That hoe of a mother I call her, just jumped into bed with my uncle. WHAT INCEST IS THIS? That's not good, and no good can come of it either. But my heart must break in silence, since I can't mention my feelings aloud.