Was your father the first man to break your heart, too?
Or are you normal?
(I realize this post might be triggering to you or someone you know, if violence against women and children triggers you, move along. If you can read it and relate and not feel so alone in your experience — I encourage you to. You are not alone. We are not alone. I choose to believe when we talk about our pain, we save ourselves. And let’s face it — NO ONE IS COMING TO SAVE US BUT OURSELVES AND OTHER WOMEN)
I hope for your sake, it was a high school sweetheart parting ways to college, or the boy at the skate park that was just too dumb to notice, or the drummer of that local band you liked, but didn’t really like that much. But somehow it still hurt.
Because there’s something unwritten about girls whose fathers broke their hearts first, I don’t know a single girl whose father broke their heart as a young girl and came to tell a tale of happiness and warmth from it. Sure, they may have healed parts of it. They may have moved forward. But there is a hollow wound in their design that remains forever open. Only to be scratched at now and then to remember the pain of the man who was supposed to protect you but instead chose to use power, domination, control, force, and violence against you.
