Good men exists, I was married to one

One of the most significant truths that I learnt about myself in recent years is the fact that I am the little girl who never healed. I just grew into the adult woman who had held down the pain and grew around it. 

Funny thing is, I grew physically, but not mentally. Because mentally, I remained stuck in the pain, the grief and the trauma. And the reason why I remained stuck was because I never acknowledge them much less find the means to heal.

A little over a year ago, I made a conscious effort to look my grief, pain and trauma in the face and accept them bruises and all. No more burying them, no more hiding, no more living in denial. 

I figured the only way for me to be able to build back and better is to first and foremost be honest and true to myself; which is that I am the young girl who never healed.

One of the things I have not healed from is the death of my husband 22 years ago. I understand that for me to truly heal from that and let go off the grief that seem to constantly continue to gnaw away at my insides is to stop denying it and let it out.

This is my second tribute to the man who loved me more than his own life. The man who never hurt me. The man who showed me the true definition of love and selflessness. I always say, If I never married him, I would probably never have known what love is. He's been gone 22 years, but I never forgot him for one single day.

Not all men are misogynists and narcissists. There are good men who are kind, selfless, compassionate and honourable. I was married to one.

Dear sisters, kindly help me honour this man, the first man to ever celebrate my intelligence, ambition and courage.

Gone but never forgotten. 

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