Mothers death was the first Raising five younger siblings Clothing Bathing Cooking and so much more With God I stood strong. I was only 10 years old.
Fathers abuse was second He really showed me what wasn't love but I felt in my heart I was showing grace by understanding his frustration over his deceased wife. The beatings (Slaps Kicks Punches Abandonment). The Blood. The sadness. His loud threats. Words that were mistreating. The pain.
Yet I love this man but can't find respect for him.
Relationships Started off as not caring for nobody. As I matured into this woman I started to want this thing called Love. I was afraid because I felt I didn't know how. Come to find, that I love and love well but I'm receiving a cycle of being mistreated..