It’s Scary To Let Someone In, But There Is A Way.

How I surrendered to being loved.

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“I don’t understand,” my husband tells me as I’m weeping next to him in the car for the fourth time that day.

To be frank, I don’t either. I’m just mad at him. I’m so mad; I can’t calm down.

He has the money to get me a car now, and I really want it. But every time we start…