“Behind my smile is a broken heart, behind my laugh I’m falling apart. Behind my eyes are tears at night, behind my body is a soul trying to fight.”
The first time I remember feeling my heart break was when I was 17 years old. It was the night my Fiancé and I broke up. He was the love of my life, the most perfect man I have ever met, the man I wanted to spend my life with, the man I wanted to have children with and the first and last man I ever wanted to touch me in that special way. I wanted to live a clean and holy life with this man. Till death do us part… the night we broke-up, something died inside me.
Knowing I would never see my true love again and my future would never be what I wanted, I gave up. That’s when it was as if Satan himself dressed as a preacher’s son came to finish me off. I finally escaped his “Love” with my life… my life, my broken heart and nothing else.
I felt my heart break into soooooo many pieces when my husband left me and I was pregnant. I loved him with a love I didn’t even knew existed. He eventually came back and tried to reconcile. Being a preacher’s daughter and knowing my family would never forgive him the way I could… I chose my family over him. In the end, I got a divorce I didn’t want from a man I honestly loved.
I have a broken heart and I don’t know how to fix it.
Amazed By His Grace,