I deeply respect my father—for the sacrifices he made, for how he always respected my mother, even now, despite their fights and painful words.
But…
I’ve never truly felt protected by him.
I’ve never felt understood, or emotionally held by him.
And maybe… maybe that’s why a part of me struggles to believe in love, to believe in a marriage where I can feel safe, understood, and cherished.
How does a daughter, who saw her mother being left emotionally uncared for, believe she’ll find a love that lasts?
But then—not everyone is the same.
God is kind.
And I remind myself of that every day.
I try to keep everyone together.
Sometimes I just want to cry.
I want someone to hold me for once.
Because the ones who hold others… are often forgotten.
But I know, Bhagwan sees. And He comes through for those people.