Confessions of A Wounded Heart!
I just took a journey that I cannot even believe I allowed myself to take. I went to a place that I told myself I would never go again. I allowed myself to be manipulated and used by someone who didn't care about me or my feelings. Why? Because I have a wounded heart. I have a heart that is very much in need of healing. I have lived on this earth for 47 years and have never really known what is like to be loved and cherished by an earthly man. I was not raised by a Dad who was emotionally available. My Dad lived in my home for only 9 years of my life and was mostly absent after he left, I did not know what it felt like to have a man around. I rarely had the experience of peering into my Dad's eyes to see that sparkle of approval. Mostly what I saw was a look of disappointment and anger, as if his own failure as a man was staring back at him everytime I messed up. Messing up was just a normal thing to do, after all I was only a...