As a little girl, my dad was my life’s foundation. He always exuded this spirituality, although not religious; and the look in his eyes said he knew what I was feeling. I never had to say it. The kind of father/daughter love that every girl dreams of.
Sometimes, our mind decides to deny the truth, even though our heart will never lie to us. And my gullibility led me down a three-year fabricated relationship.
We start to feel obsessed with “fixing” what is broken in order to feel better, and the more our efforts are squashed, the more persistent we become.