He is my new love. Like a breath of fresh air. He came into my life the morning of Independence Day 2011. About nine a.m. to be exact. We exchanged numbers and I would have never guessed three months later I would be in love with a good, kind-hearted man who loves me and is not ashamed to say how much he loves me. I call him Robbie. He is a builder, he plays softball, and he loves with all he has.
I have never experienced this kind of love. He holds me all night, he does not snore, he cooks for us, cleans his own mess when he cooks, he listens and responds, he has me at my best.
My last relationship was a mess and at the end of that relationship I had lost all hope of ever finding the right kind of love for me. I wanted to end my life because of the emotional abuse. I ended it and when I did it felt like a big weight was lifted off of me. In the middle of all the mess going on in that last relationship, I prayed to God to get me out of it because it was torture and abusive. I mustered up the nerve with God by my side and I told him I didn’t want the relationship anymore.
