I am suspicious of love,
because I am unloved.
I am suspicious of love,
because I am unlovable.
I am suspicious of love
because I am alone and lonely.
I am suspicious of love
because I have been hurt and wounded too many times.
I am suspicious of the words “I love you” because they are only words,
and almost meaningless unless combined with actions of love.
I am suspicious of love,
because my daughters who I loved beyond words,
recently hurt and deeply wounded me.
I am suspicious of love,
because my daughters words, behaviors and actions
have broken and shattered my heart.
I am suspicious of love,
because I have been forced to build an armor of concrete
to protect me and shield me from love,
so no one can hurt me again.
For my daughters…
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Oh my heart, such emotion. Thank you for sharing.
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I’m sorry you feel unloved and broken-hearted. Although I’m still learning how to do this, there’s always one person in the world who loves you: yourself.
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so sorry to hear your daughters hurt you. and I am sorry you feel unloved and unlovable. You arent. you really arent. xo
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