As I sit and reflect on my life, this seems to be very fitting. I'm in my early 30's, been married twice and divorced twice. One of the marriages was a mistake, the other I felt like it was meant to be, he didn't feel the same way. I was blinded by love before. But unfortunately, the men that I married never loved me. Time was wasted on the wrong men. Even wasted love on the wrong man. No man will love me, and that is ok. The older I get the more I see that I don't need a man to love me. I have six amazingly wonderful children, who I love with every ounce of me and they love me back. I also have 3 kids that are a part of my life (who are not mine) that I adore and care for like they were my own. It use to get to me often that someone who loves so much, isn't loveable. But honestly that is the man's fault for not seeing the good things in me. Not seeing me for me.
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