Listen… I had to break that chapter up. It was heavy. It was triggering. But it was also beautiful.
To read about a man who loves you, protects you, covers you, and creates a space where submission isn’t demanded—it’s a natural response to feeling safe… whew.
God, I pray that kind of love for all my sisters, especially my Black sisters. Because once I truly understood that I was worthy of a healthy, soft, protected love, I stopped settling for anything that required me to abandon myself just to be chosen. Thank you lord for my man
May we all experience a love that feels like peace, not survival. keep blessing my dear sister because maybe her writing is her healing but she also helping others heal