Love = Insanity? Doesn’t Have To.

I used to have a pattern in my dating life. I had dated the same man in at least three different relationships. Not one particular man, but the same type of man.


This man would make me fall in love. I would overlook his flaws and only see his potential. I would nurture him, support him, invest in him. Then when all I could give was gone, so was he. On to the next one. Except this one was worthy of marriage and giving him children. He would give his everything to someone else when he gave nothing to me. Then eventually he finds his self in my same shoes; being depleted by someone who does not give anything in return. So what does he do? He tries to comes back to me broken and with baggage, expecting me to mend his broken heart and help him build again.

I’m done with this type of man. I’m done with his manipulation and lies. I’m done being hurt and used. I am not a doormat. I am not second best.

I am a queen.
I am an assest.
I am a blessing.

Proverbs 18:20 – “He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the LORD”

I am that favor.

Love. Hope. Faith.