Not because I never had fears, wounds, or storms inside me. It just didn’t happen. Never.
I cried to my husband.
About my fears, struggles, all the storms in my head and what not, even about my dad. I never realised how I did that. I was someone who struggled silently and carried my pain with me. But then ‘he’ happened.
He showed up in a ways I couldn’t expect. He stayed and listened no matter how many times I pushed him away. He simply listened. He gave me something I didn’t know I had been longing for the lifetime.
With him, I don’t have to be strong or independent. I can be vulnerable which I didn’t know that it existed in me.
He showed a new me to me and cared for the little girl in me. He loves me with all of his and I started loving myself cause of him.
He became my safest space.
The one who calmed all the storms inside my head and truly stayed.
