My friend is going through a messy divorce and custody battle for her three-year old. I see her little girl acting up with everything going on around her and I want to hug her, because I know that as young as she is, she's getting wounds that will never heal. My parents divorced when I was her age and as much as people always say it's better for the kids, I wish they had stayed together through all the fighting. Maybe then I wouldn't seek love from men who want nothing but to use me and drop me. I see my friend's daughter and I see myself. So sad. |