Karma's Heart -This post is dedicated to my Girls all 13 of them.

As my Daughters, Nieces and Grand girls  begin to explore the world of relationships I want to pass on to them my hope for them while they navigate the dating/relationship road of life.
As a survivor of Physical, Mental and Sexual abuse at the hands of men that I thought loved me but lets face it that was not the case. 
TRUST is a four letter word for these men almost ruined my trust in any man, they set rules and boundaries that I mistook for caring, protective, behavior when it fact it was controlling, possessive, and hurtful. They took away the best parts of myself, and made sure that I lost who I was by telling me they were protecting me when instead my strength, self confidence, my self worth were slowly  being stripped away. It was too late when I realized what had happened that powerful confident girl was lost 
Men like this will build you up and tear you down all in the same breath.They needed to know my every move and where I was at every second. For they said "They know women can't be trusted because they had been cheated on before." When in fact this is a form of control 
Keeping me bound to them I lied to my family and kept hidden from them the hurt, pain and abuse that was doled out to me by men that claimed to love me only if I followed their rules.
 To this day my parents and sisters don't know what I went through and why I fought so hard for them when they went through almost the same things with their ex's, 
I was so broken, so hurt so mistrustful of any man that I built a wall around my heart so interpenetrate that when I meet hubs it took years, and years of his patient loving ways for that wall to be taken down brick by brick 27 years as a matter of fact.
 Yes I trust that he will never hurt me, never has.So I say to you my daughters, my Nieces, my grand girls my tribe of fellow women kind.  
TRUST has to be there it has be built over time, please my sweet girls know that I never want you to  mistake possessive behaviors for protective behavior.
I never want you to feel an ounce of the pain that I felt at the hands of someone that claimed to not trust me and who tried to change me into someone I was not. It took me a very long time for me to find my voice so that I may say these things to you out of love.
I never want you to lose your voice or who you are for it may be lost forever.
This is why my sweet girls I try to be ever vigilant and speak my mind to you when it comes to matters of the heart because I don't want that stain of abuse on your soul for you will never be able to scrub it away.    
I will close this post by saying I love you and there is no such thing as a "'perfect" person but know that I will always be in your corner and I will always have my dukes up when it comes to my sweet girls this I say as a warning to anyone that tries to stifle them. 
Be strong my girls for to quote:
 Nora Ephron -Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.
Love, 
Me 



{GO GO SUPERGIRL BITCH POWERS ACTIVATE}




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