It was my deepest, darkest, most shameful secret and I just couldn’t hold back – I had nothing left to protect myself with.
NO! NO No no no no….
I began to believe that dreams can come true, that families can be happy, that life was fair. I was learning about hope and counting on it.
This blonde god was the kind of man that would never, ever, be interested in a gal like me.
We become slaves to positive response and most importantly, we fail to learn how to COPE with the idea that it is impossible to please all people – all the time.
I am remembering that I – Leslyn – know my intent. I hope I am appropriately demonstrating it to you.
Nurturing those old wounds takes work. They are a constant in my psyche. It’s as if they run on a current of hot lava...
This is how the story of my life begins; idyllic and fun. It’s the first 12 years of my life and it provided me with an unshakable foundation. Thank goodness because I ended up needing it.
Continued from The Fam To really understand me, you must understand the relationship I had with my dad. They say, a girl’s relationship with their father is extremely important. From infancy, girls draw conclusions about what men are like from the men in their life. If there is a father (or a male in her life … Continue reading Daddy’s Girl