My husband grew up watching his mother struggle. He watched his father be insufficient. He watched his brother cry himself to sleep at night because he was hungry. It stuck with him. It made him the man he is today. He survived his childhood, his mother's foolish breeding choices and got to work. He then put a plan in action to always be bringing in more money for his family. The wonderful thing is, even if we should part? He will continue to care for me, protect me and provide for me. This is what a real masculine does. I never saw this level of investment or protection before in my life.
When I met my husband? I didn't know how to be taken care of. I didn't know how to get out of a man's way doing what he should do. I didn't know how to allow him to cherish and provide for me. I felt like I was going crazy. I really did, it was a crisis of identity. The wo-man my mother raise me to be vs the Godis I Am.
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