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I saw this picture reposted by a friend yesterday and it blew me away...it says so much and sends a powerful message. Ladies, be that safe harbour where your husbands can go to and find refuge during the worst battles of their lives. Be their strongest encouragers, strongest advocates and greatest fans. Let them know that with you they are safe and no matter how many battle wounds they may have, to you they remain king and champion. A man who knows he is all that and more in his wife's eyes will move heaven and earth for his queen! Do not be the ones who push the daggers further in and twist them. Do not attack and break your men. Always uphold and esteem them highly. Jahmycahn Michael Marley
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You can read the uncut version of this book over on https://archiveofourown.org/works/61769338 Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode through life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow. The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sister's attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, until that one day someone did, and I remember it like yesterday. Did I make a good decision probably not, would I do it again, I am unsure. But just once someone noticed me, yes me, and it felt so good. It was good at first, but by the time I had realized the good would never last, the jaws of the trap were closed. I was far away and at his mercy, and yet another stood by me, one who could rescue me from my mistakes.

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