Last week, I had given myself a goal of one post a day but a migraine took control of my life and derailed my plans.
After 4 days of self-medicating with no relief I threw in the towel and called up the doctor. She gave me 2 prescriptions that had to have come from heaven as just a single dose of each relieved 96 hours of agony!
Thank God for doctors, science and medications!

I saw this post earlier today and thought WOW! This very topic has weighed on my mind on & off long before I started my blog.

Studies show that some women with “daddy issues” suffer psychological problems that can include; promiscuous behaviors, fear of abandonment from men, seeking older men to fill the void left from not having a father around, anxiety, depression and low self-esteem.

I have thought over my life’s decisions and how my relationship with my father effected them. While I will share my feelings and experiences over the years, I will NEVER bash my father, for I have long forgiven him and accepted him as he is and I am grateful for the experiences and unbeknownst to me, each one served a purpose in shaping me to be the woman & wife that I am.

When I would spend the summers with my grandparents people around town would always recognize me as my “father’s daughter” since I look just like him and they would share with me that my father had told them how good I was doing in school or any other accolades and I would smile while thinking to myself well someone must have told him for him to be able to tell you because I haven’t seen him.

In hindsight and after taking all psychology/sociology courses as the electives for my business degree, I believe the reason I did so well in school was to please my father and to give him something to brag about because hearing him share his elation with his peers somehow propelled me to want to hear even more people share the good news.

I have never doubted my father loves me, in fact I know without a doubt, I am one of his pride & joys.
He has simply loved me the way he knows how.

Other ways my relationship with him has influenced my life; my love languages are “quality time”, ” physical touch” (that’s not to be confused with a sexual touch) and “words of affirmation.”
I use to impatiently wait for quality time with my father, often having my grands cheer me up from another disappointment as he missed another set aside time for us to spend together.
I use to wait to hear how proud he was of me, even if it came from complete strangers. I needed those words to know that I wasn’t crazy and he really did love me.
And who doesn’t want a big ole hug from their father?

While I never experienced a lot of the behaviors from having “daddy issues” that I mentioned earlier, they are very real, it’s just up to us as individuals how we cope with what life throws at us.

I used my experiences to pray specifically for a husband who would fill all those voids I had, who would love me in the language I understand and protect my heart at all costs.
I still thank my grandmother for her prayers as well, because I know she tirelessly prayed for my heart. I love without limits and that’s dangerous for a fragile heart. But God delivered and I’ve had my heart healed and restored with the love of a lifetime!

I am a life-long student, I learned from my parents, grandparents, aunties and uncles. I accept everything I been through as having led to breakthroughs that can help others.

Everything we learned from our parents are not necessarily things they are going to be proud of but they are lessons nonetheless.

**This is my 50th published post!!**