It feels as though my heart is truly broken. Like all those things people have said in the saddest of love songs – a heart can break. I’m not speaking of a romantic heartbreak, too be honest I have been blessed in that way. It’s a deeper heartbreak. A much darker kind of break stemming from years of abuse and neglect. From the dozens of times that my belongings and self were left at the end of a driveway for someone else to have me. From the age of six months I was being tossed about as though I were trash on consignment. Nothing broke my heart more than losing my mom; my foster mom Ang that I lived with since the age of 12 years. Not even the “loss” of my biological mother did the damage that was done when Ang walked out of my life.
You see, I had to walk out on my biological mother’s…
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