šŸ‘ŠĀ He sucker punched me (again) and I knew at that moment, I had yet another battle ahead of me.
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šŸ˜”Ā This wasnā€™t the first time weā€™d gotten into it, but I darn sure wanted it to be the last. I was tired, beat down, and completely broken-hearted.
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šŸ’ŖĀ Now, Iā€™m a tough girl (even with my heels), but itā€™s like he could sense a weakness I didnā€™t know about, and he was keen to play on it and pour salt in my wound.
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He was taunting me, with every beating, and whispering things like:
āŒā€œNo one will ever want you.ā€
āŒā€œYouā€™re nobodyā€™s first choice.ā€
āŒā€œYouā€™re a waste of his time.ā€
āŒā€œThereā€™s nothing you can do to keep a man. Youā€™re not who they want.ā€
āŒā€œIf you would have given your body, he might have stuck around.ā€
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āœ…He was right though. Thatā€™d been my continued experience. I really believed those things – and I had evidence to back it all up.
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ā™¾Ā Iā€™m sure you can imagine the defeat that was sinking in, especially since this had happened beforeā€¦.multiple times before. In a seemingly obvious pattern.
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šŸ”Ā We date. He loses interest. He finds another girl, quickly (whoā€™s cute, tiny, and blonde). They get married. Iā€™m left single. Repeat.
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šŸ‘ŽĀ Seems I was useful to them for practice in the ā€œpre seasonā€ but wasnā€™t who they actually wanted in the championship round with them.
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#StoryOfMyLife
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āž”ļøĀ Or, at least it USED to beĀ ā¬…ļø
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šŸ§ Itā€™s taken years of very intentional mindset work to overcome all of this incessant emotional abuse, turmoil, and pain. And lots of prayers against the abusive jerk (aka SatanĀ šŸ‘æ) who continues to throw punches and battle against me.
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ā›”Ā Not today, SatanĀ šŸ¤¬Ā Iā€™m not here for it anymore. Iā€™m so thankful I know the truth of Godā€™s promises to meĀ šŸ™ŒĀ and not one of them was found in your obnoxious taunts. You tricky, deceptive, little liar!
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šŸ™…ā€ā™€ļø#FreakingDevilĀ NOPE. I refuse to believe your lies, and with each passing day my certainty grows that God has a phenomenal man for meĀ šŸ’—Ā a man who will cherish me (for me, not my body), who will want to go all the way to the championship with me (not the cute, tiny blonde). A man who will encourage me to continue to stand up against you and your wily attacksĀ āš”