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@@calvinsmith1140 that’s true we do. In my situation that I dealt with it was past insecurities from previous men but also other stuff she went thru sexual on multiple occasions and it was a lot. I wasn’t patient enough, I was not emotionally supportive enough which was what she needed. She needed someone compassionate with a big heart and that ain’t me so it didn’t work but whatever now.
@@codybryant7026 it's hard when you feel like you're doing all the things you're supposed to be doing and more then you've done for anyone else and it seems like nothing is changing and @ that time. You're so right you have to be patient, you have to be compassionate in a time like that sometimes it's worth the fight and sometimes it's not in my situation it's been worth the fight nobody and I mean nobody has loved me like this woman we have a crazy story but I believe she was divinely created for me
Salute 🫡 to you sir… because past trauma is a 2way street. Most men and women have some… and the sad part is some ppl think they don’t… when in all actuality most do. I have a man that is loving me through my healing… and I’m doing the same for him (unbeknownst to him)
I’m not used to listening to these with the audience interacting so loudly. The energy is definitely there. Cool piece, lots of support. That’s a special experience
This hit hard. I know I'm more than hard to love. I feel sorry for everyone who has tried to show me affection. I feel the necessity to keep my heart locked in the cage of my lungs. I do have one contrary to popular belief. It's a bit broken, but it's there. It's kinda nice knowing that I'm not the only one who relates to this sensation.
April, May, and June Before the dusky doom Before the freeze And autumn leaves And judgements made too soon After all the flowers The golden showers Of orange juice In her room Ah, but those three months Those precious months Time I’ll remember best Life was good Full of promise Her touch, her kiss So sensuous It was a time of flight Into the night Upon the wings of a dove I’ll ne’er forget All the days of my life How I felt For my late spring love
This came right on time for me. Popped up in my feed at the perfect time. I needed to hear this. I am not alone. I am not the only girl that knows she’s not easy to love BUT my table is always full 💯🔥
Jennifer you put into words many things i couldn't even express, perfectly! You have talent expression and so much heart❤girl,dont ever stop being you and doing you,your amazing 💯🙌💎
We do. We can never dismiss the facts that in the midst of it all, insecurities, moments of the confirmations we need, all that we've been thru, endured, and overcome, it's those steps that lead us to being the best versions of ourselves that God created us to be. We are worthy, and we are deserving. 💜It starts with us loving ourselves.
This is so beautiful, currently crying while writing this. Thank you for speaking to my soul. Wishing you all the abundance and love that this world has to offer you ❤
a response as male bodied: thank you for sharing and trusting me with what I would otherwise not known, and I am sorry; I hear your pain and hurt of the past; I can’t undo your past and how it has shaped you. I love all of you; I will do my best to hold healing space for you, and co regulating squeeze hugs on our journey. When the anxiety subsides and is no longer blinding, see through my manly husk, stripped of strength, and see just a human being inside who also wants to be loved, have cuddles, and connection.
This= was. Everything. Absolutely everything. Touched my heart. Touched my soul. Broke me and helped make me. Helped me feel understood and heard. Made me feel all the hurt, in a necessary way. Made me feel all the hope, in a necessary way.
Man its really hard to love a difficult person, but I want them so badly to know that they are not their past, and I want them so badly to know how it feels to really live... this gave me so much encouragement to keep trying. thank you lord
