What I Wish My Mother Had Told Me About Men

In spite of growing up in a churchgoing family, promiscuity plagued my teenage years. In my hunt for compassion, I crossed lines I never intended to cross. Each instance diminished my self-worth and lured me into a deeper darkness of isolation and despair. My early twenties compounded my desperation to find love. I was so eager for acceptance that I fell in love with the idea of being in love, marrying the first man who proposed. In my desperation, I settled for someone God never intended.