Everyone deserves someone to love them, even in the moments they aren’t very lovable. A lighthouse they can follow home when the storm consumes them and they are lost and afraid.
My life taught me to survive. Decades of abuse and trauma made me strong. Strong enough to stand against the storm. To endure.
My husband saw me, the real me, buried under all the things that have happened to me in my life. He held my hand and guided me through the darkness until I could see me too. Then he demanded that I shine; refusing to allow me to hide in the familiar darkness that kept me safe at the expense of my freedom.
I have spent a lifetime preparing to be his lighthouse. He has spent a lifetime preparing to convince me I deserve to shine.
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