After sharing my last post, where I talked daddy issues, I realized I failed to mention my mother. But she has been a significant influence in my life, so I’ll share a bit. I was lucky to grow up with a loving mom with a beautiful heart. My mom is the kind of person people instantly like. Genuine, kind, and NAIIVE, she fell for my dad, the broken man she thought she could fix. The one she fell hard and fast for, failing to really get to know before marrying. From a tiny town,

My father never wanted a daughter and made it known from my earliest memory. I grew up being told I would never amount to anything and that I was stupid. Grew up being called a slut and worthless. Growing up with a verbally / emotionally abusive father, I never really learned what a deep and healthy love from a male felt like - never really learned how to accept this version of love. Grew up, learning to build walls to protect myself from those around me. Grew up, feeling li