I don’t forgive him. Not yet.
Bodies moving in sync
You can't come in here...
There was no glory in side-chicking or deception, only pain and illusion.
I love him for making me feel loved.
6 years, 2 kids, countless jail/prison stays, and the abuse...
In the loneliest hour my thoughts seem to always go back to you.
It's time for "the talk."
Sometimes your man just has to admit defeat.
You see perfection in him and all he sees is imperfection...
Gates, handcuffs, locks, or chains won't keep me away...or have things changed?
And what I'm not...
These men couldn't hold a candle to my depth.
A letter from a fatherless daughter
An excerpt by author L.T. Robinson
Your love is tasteless.
Marriage requires much more than love.