I thought things would be finally different. I thought when I got married, I could stop looking for somewhere else to live. I thought someone wants me so I can stop being afraid.... Ya. Right.
Every time I met a guy, same story. Same thought process. I thought things would be better. Every time, I start over. Every time, I feel stupid. And I wonder if my dad was right. I have nothing to offer anyone.
One pastor told me I would never make it as a leader. What he right?
I feel stupid. I wonder if my dad was right. I will never amount to anything.
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