When God Directs your Love Story

Opening Act

Before you read this story I want to introduce myself...hi, I'm the author! This story has a different focus than what you'd typically read on Wattpad so I hope you all enjoy this book regardless...that's all! Enjoy!

Hopeless Romantic
(A person who holds sentimental and idealistic views on love, especially in spite of experience, evidence, or exhortations otherwise.)

I love reading. What isn't to love about a good book? So many different topics and ideas you can consume and escape reality inside of. When existing is hellish and the only way you can feel something other than pain is running away-who wouldn't enjoy loosing themselves in a false reality?

I come from a dysfunctional family. I was my mom's first child so naturally I was the first of her other children to inherit her trauma. I don't hold any mistakes she made against her; she was young, inexperienced, and unprepared for the responsibilities of caring for another person-she was barely making it herself.

My father didn't stick around or my brother's father. A young girl witnessing unhealthy, toxic relationships between a woman you're bonded to so physically and emotionally; you're practically the embodiment of her subconscious, and men who nurture the most vile pieces of themselves-I didn't realize I was developing an idea on love that was unhealthy.

I just didn't know.

As I got older there was an internalized realization that I lacked understanding of the world. I would have asked someone, verbalized all the curiosity building up within me, but there was no one to question. I wasn't taught healthy communication or given the freedom to wonder. Again, there was so much my mother was able to do for me when she dealt with her own battles.

So like most of us do...I just Googled it. I searched and believed the first explanation I was satisfied with. Quite sad because-sometimes-I believed the wrong things.

Now I'm not only traumatically scarred but delusional too.