Mary: I-I... I had a man, and I have a child...and I had to take care of both of 'em, okay? Did I want Carl...to touch my baby? Because I would lay my baby...I would lay her on the side of me, on this pillow...and it was...pink...and it had this little...white writin' on it, and it had her name...'cause she was precious. And I would lay my baby on that pillow, and Carl would be layin' on the other side... and then, we would, we would, uh, start doin' it, and he reached over...and he touched my baby. And I asked him...I said, "Carl, what are you doin'?" And he told me...to shut-- To shut my fat ass up, and it was good for her.
Mrs. Weiss: And what did you do then?
Mary: I shut my fat ass up. And I don't want you to...sit there and judge me, Miss Weiss.
Mrs. Weiss: [in disbelief] You shut up and you let him abuse your daughter?
Mary: I did not want him to abuse my daughter. I did not want him to hurt her.
Mrs. Weiss: [overlapping Mary] But you allowed him to hurt her.
Mary: I did not want him to do nothin' to her. I wanted him to make love to me. That was my man. That was my ****in' man. That was my man, and he wanted my daughter. And that's why I hated her. Because my man, who was supposed to be loving me, who was supposed to be makin' love to me, was **** my baby. And she made him leave. She made him go away.
Mrs. Weiss: So whose fault was that?
Mary: It's this bitch's fault, because she let my man have her, and she didn't say nothin'. She didn't scream, she didn't do nothin'. So, those things that she told you I did to her? Who, who, who else was going to love me? Hmmm? Since you got your degree, and you know every ****in' thing, who was gonna love me? Who... who was gonna make me feel good, who was gonna touch me, and make me feel good late at night? And she made him go away. So... when you sit there, and you writin' them ****in' notes on your pad about who you think I am, and why I did it and all of that... because I didn't have a man.
Mrs. Weiss: And what did you do then?
Mary: I shut my fat ass up. And I don't want you to...sit there and judge me, Miss Weiss.
Mrs. Weiss: [in disbelief] You shut up and you let him abuse your daughter?
Mary: I did not want him to abuse my daughter. I did not want him to hurt her.
Mrs. Weiss: [overlapping Mary] But you allowed him to hurt her.
Mary: I did not want him to do nothin' to her. I wanted him to make love to me. That was my man. That was my ****in' man. That was my man, and he wanted my daughter. And that's why I hated her. Because my man, who was supposed to be loving me, who was supposed to be makin' love to me, was **** my baby. And she made him leave. She made him go away.
Mrs. Weiss: So whose fault was that?
Mary: It's this bitch's fault, because she let my man have her, and she didn't say nothin'. She didn't scream, she didn't do nothin'. So, those things that she told you I did to her? Who, who, who else was going to love me? Hmmm? Since you got your degree, and you know every ****in' thing, who was gonna love me? Who... who was gonna make me feel good, who was gonna touch me, and make me feel good late at night? And she made him go away. So... when you sit there, and you writin' them ****in' notes on your pad about who you think I am, and why I did it and all of that... because I didn't have a man.
Mary: I-I... I had a man, and I have a child...and I had to take care of both of 'em, okay? Did I want Carl...to touch my baby? Because I would lay my baby...I would lay her on the side of me, on this pillow...and it was...pink...and it had this little...white writin' on it, and it had her name...'cause she was precious. And I would lay my baby on that pillow, and Carl would be layin' on the other side... and then, we would, we would, uh, start doin' it, and he reached over...and he touched my baby. And I asked him...I said, "Carl, what are you doin'?" And he told me...to shut-- To shut my fat ass up, and it was good for her.
Mrs. Weiss: And what did you do then?
Mary: I shut my fat ass up. And I don't want you to...sit there and judge me, Miss Weiss.
Mrs. Weiss: [in disbelief] You shut up and you let him abuse your daughter?
Mary: I did not want him to abuse my daughter. I did not want him to hurt her.
Mrs. Weiss: [overlapping Mary] But you allowed him to hurt her.
Mary: I did not want him to do nothin' to her. I wanted him to make love to me. That was my man. That was my ****in' man. That was my man, and he wanted my daughter. And that's why I hated her. Because my man, who was supposed to be loving me, who was supposed to be makin' love to me, was **** my baby. And she made him leave. She made him go away.
Mrs. Weiss: So whose fault was that?
Mary: It's this bitch's fault, because she let my man have her, and she didn't say nothin'. She didn't scream, she didn't do nothin'. So, those things that she told you I did to her? Who, who, who else was going to love me? Hmmm? Since you got your degree, and you know every ****in' thing, who was gonna love me? Who... who was gonna make me feel good, who was gonna touch me, and make me feel good late at night? And she made him go away. So... when you sit there, and you writin' them ****in' notes on your pad about who you think I am, and why I did it and all of that... because I didn't have a man.
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