I’m 22 years old and I’m a daddy’s girl. No. I was a daddy’s girl until death took him away from me when I was 17 years old. My dad was the only man I had in my life besides my brothers. He showed me the best human love anybody could ever give. I know death leaves loved ones broken and lost but my daddy’s death shattered me.
I went to live with an aunt as a result of my father’s passing. This aunty made life so unbearable for me and I always missed my dad. I missed the care, attention, and affection he always gave me. I craved it so much it hurt. I started looking for someone who would give me just a fraction of that love. I knew he was gone and I could never replace him but there was a gaping wound in my heart and I wanted it fixed.
So when I met a boy who said he liked me, I clung to him. He tried his best to love me but it was obvious that he was with me out of pity. His attempts at love didn’t reflect the ones I was used to when I was growing up. A reasonable person would have rejected that kind of love and walked away but not me. I stayed with him until he……Read Full Story Here………………
