Love Happens...
...when you least expect it. Let's go to the beginning. My whole life I have struggled with various issues, stemming from abuse to loss, and even depression. I had a very rough childhood. I won't go in to details here as it isn't needed. But feeling loved was a rare thing. My parents divorced when I was 5, and it was an ugly situation. My father then died when I was 12. And my mum uttered words that would change the way I was for many many years: "You have to be strong. You have to be there for them (my siblings) now because they are going to struggle." Very damaging words to say to me. At 12, I didn't fully understand what she was saying. And so I took it to mean I couldn't cry, couldn't show how hurt I was, couldn't show any emotion at all. And over the years, I stopped being me. I would hide behind my books, or spend my time down the stables riding horses and helping in the yard. I'd go to bed at 6pm, just to escape my family and be al