From completely broken, to (almost) fully whole

I didn’t have the best childhood. I was abused by every man my mom had in my life. Sexually, physically, verbally you name it. I dated many men. All of which were not good to me. My ex that I was with for 4 years cheated on me countless times but I was just a girl with daddy issues, so I let them walk all over me.

Then, when I had almost given up on love I met him. My knight in shining armor. He makes me feel worth it. He makes the PTSD I have feel justified. He holds me when I’m having flashbacks, wipes away my tears, and comforts me when I’m scared. He has shown me love. Real love. He respects me, is kind, is a real gentlemen, but also is a man when he needs to be. I adore him. He is everything I could’ve ever asked for and more.