little lindsey lulu

At age 4 he forgot to pick you up again. I make time for self care.

At the age of 7 you stared at the parking lot the entire game while playing 3rd base. He never showed. I post my writing on my blog because I’m proud of it.

At age 13 he yelled at you, humiliating you, telling you, you were stupid, too hyper and annoying. I don’t surround myself with verbally harmful people

At age 16 he made you wait outside the car for an hour while he made-out with his girlfriend. I rarely depend on people.

At age 17 he cheated on you. I no longer put my worth in someone else.

When you were 19, he beat you so bad you spent the night on the kitchen floor because it was too painful to move. I learned how to fight back.

You pissed yourself at age 22 because you were locked in the trunk of a car for 3 days. I am strong in so many ways.

You believed you were worthless at age 25. I fixed that hurt little shell of a child inside my soul waiting to be saved.

I see you. I hear you. I feel you. I chose you. I met you at all those moments, picked you up and held you in my arms. I made you a safe place to grow and heal. I went back to pick up your pieces and put you back together. I got you now.

You will never be alone again.