I was inspired by my current season to create a blog for anyone who may find themselves in my shoes-trying to make sense of a toxic marriage and searching for healing along the way.
Not until recently did I realize that God does not waste any season. There is something to learn from each day, each month, and even each year.
I write this not as an expert on marriage (you’ll soon see how far from this I am), but as a wife, mum, daughter, sister, and friend who simply needs to make sense of it all.
A Little Intro About Me:
I was born into a Christian home, the daughter of an Anglican priest. With that came certain expectations-chief among them, living a “Christian life.”
The concept of saving oneself for marriage was drilled into my subconscious from an early age. I had an aunty who lived with us; she got pregnant at the age of 20. The unspoken message about sexual purity in our home at the time was: “Don’t end up like her.” It was never said out loud, but it formed the backdrop of the lessons I absorbed.
Fast-forward to my teenage years-like most teenagers growing up in an African household, I was never to mention a man’s name until I was ready to get married. Anything done had to be done in secret.
These early concepts shaped how I viewed love, sex, and marriage.
As we go on this journey together, I’ll explore how these beliefs influenced the choices I made-and how they led me to where I am today.
I hope my story inspires growth, hope, and courage in anyone navigating a difficult season in their marriage-whether it be short or prolonged.
God bless.
xx,
Miss Dee
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