Monday, June 22, 2020

Not for Boys

My daughter has a little heart-shaped lock that goes to her journal...she’s playing with it in the backseat as I’m pulling out to go get a generator at Home Depot for my new place, since I left mine with him, along with pretty much everything else, when I left that ugly life in December (it’s gonna be a hot week... let the power shut-offs begin...)... 


...long story short, she says, “This is MY heart... NOT for boys!” 


YES!


“I agree!” I said. 


I can’t change the fact that I didn’t have parents who gave a damn... so I didn’t know any better... but I’m so glad I do now. 


I’m so glad to be Saved and sober and no longer feeling like I have to use sex to “get a man.” But it’s been SUCH a long journey getting here.

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