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In the midst of the sexual abuse I battled other things, as well. Body dysmorphia was one. I still battle with it. I remember getting my first tattoo, and it was the first time I looked in the mirror and smiled. More tattoos followed, and they give me something to smile about to this day.…
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Let’s go back a little, so you know what happened to me that created so much hatred and anger towards God. My whole story helps tell the story of how I built an intimate relationship with Him, and how I came to know Him so well. Maybe you’ll see yourself here. I hope you don’t.…
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I felt God wrap me up in His warm embrace. I wasn’t alone, and for the first time in far too long, I felt safe. Even with E next to me. God was with me. He did love me. He felt my agony, the fear, the loneliness. God gave me exactly what I needed. He…
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Hate and resentment. That’s what I felt towards God for the longest time. I just couldn’t comprehend how a loving God could allow a child to be sexually abused. How could He allow that same child to be sexually abused, and sexually assaulted by so many people for so many years? How could a loving…
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What do you look for in a woman? Are you looking for looks? Character? Are you willing to settle? Here’s what you should be looking for. Get yourself a woman who puts God first. Above herself, and above even you. He is the Creator of everything, and belongs in our #1 spot. When He is…
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We don’t just move on, and stop grieving our loved ones. We grieve, because we love, and love is lasting. What happens is that we learn how to move forward, heartache and all. We learn how to live with the grief. In some cases, we learn to love again. Grief is different for everyone. It’s…
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Imagine watching your loved one cry on such a level that you didn’t even know was possible. Their very soul is falling to pieces in front of your eyes. You helplessly hold them, knowing nothing in this entire world can bring them comfort. Imagine watching your loved one go from being filled with happiness, and…
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Growing up, I wanted to be a variety of things ranging from a boy, ice skater, ballerina, teacher, dragon to a housewife. Through the ever changing list, one always remained. I wanted to be a mom. The older I got, the more intense the desire to have kids became. At one point, I stopped caring…
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Recently, I’ve been accused of being racist, and not a Christian. My crime? Not liking Meghan Markle. I firmly believe that she is fake. She’s a manipulative, lying, conniving woman, that I once thought highly of. For some people, they can’t see past race, so if you don’t like someone who is even remotely black,…
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Yesterday I was so angry with the Sean Combs verdict, that when I wrote my post I left out a major part of why I, and many others, stayed in a long-term abusive relationship. Love bombs. Oftentimes, when E would go off on me, physically or verbally, he would follow it up with the usual…
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