A Family of Her Own: A story of overcoming
trauma, healing, and renewing broken bonds.
Oaklynn Marino, a 17 year old girl, grew up in a state of hurt, famine, and poverty. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever. Back in her b...
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I've had bad experiences with men. I've faced things no other girl...No. I've faced things no other living being should.
Due to that, I don't trust people.
I don't trust people with my emotions.
I don't trust people with my heart.
I don't trust people with my body.
I don't trust people with me.
Even if I found a way to find happiness or trust with someone, something always happens. It's like I'm built for destruction. Either others destruct me, or I destruct myself. I'm a self-sabotaging machine. I'm addicted to pain and suffering. It's all I've known.
I don't let myself achieve happiness and keep it.
Why not? Do I believe I'm not worthy? No. I want to be happy.
Maybe I'm insecure? I'm addicted to suffering?
Ah, maybe so.
Which is why...
"I'm not ready for a relationship, or much of anything yet, I couldn't handle it." I told Grayson as I stared up at the ceiling.
I remained still as he spoke, "Yeah, I hear you. That makes sense. You have all the time in the world. And when you find the right one he will let you know that he'll be there now and later, no matter your healing process nor how long it takes."
I looked over at him. I hummed in acknowledgment. I didn't know what to say, but I understood his words. A true man that loved me will stay with me through my ups and downs.
But can a man truly love me for me?
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Grayson and I both looked over as Adrian peeped his head in.
"Heyo, dinner's ready." He said nonchalantly, slipping his head back through the crack and shutting the door.
"Damn, already?" Grayson asked, standing up and stretching.
"We spent a while cleaning, I guess. Thanks for your help." I said as we began walking downstairs and into the dining room.
"Yeah anytime!" He said. "I'm happy to help. I'd just be rotting in bed if I wasn't."
"Yeah, I'm surprised I even had the motivation to do it today." I slowed my walking abruptly, seeing Andrew and Dakota sitting at the table. Archer and Jasper weren't home, apparently.
