I’ve had my heart broken so many times that I stopped counting. In fact, I began to expect it would get broken again. It was only a matter of time. I was so abused and deeply hurt that those awful feelings were stuffed away inside. My heart became numb to feeling anything.
I ended up at a battered women’s shelter in a downtrodden state of health. In a short amount of time, another guy entered my life. Within two years we boarded a plane headed to San Francisco California in search of a better life.