I have a really wide space in my heart for Fatherless Women. I grew up with a single mom. My mother was also fatherless. This seems to be a never ending cycle in my black culture. I pray it changes one day. I love my father to death now, but because of that aspect, it has been a strain on my life. I picked the wrong men, friends, and made stupid mistakes. If only I had that male figure in my teens to stop me.
However, I’ve defeated all odds and statistics. Look at me Today! Thank GOD!
Today I decided to stop being a procrastinator and get back on Periscope. Check out my Scope from Today!
He Broke Your Heart First: A Survival Guide for Fatherless Women