I remember growing up in a home where there was constant chaos. My dad was always coming home very late, and very drunk. My momma would wait up for him, as soon as he came in, the fighting began. He would beat her, sometimes the police came, sometimes they did not come. I remember being in the bed with my momma one night when my dad came in, pulled her out of the bed, dragged her all the way out of the house, and down the graveled driveway by the hair of her head. All she had on was a slip, and panties. From that day on, she lived with a bald spot. He beat her when she was pregnant, even tried to push her out of a window. I remember him shooting at her, cussing her constantly, and always being so disrespectful to her. I was scared that one day, I would be married to a man who would abuse me. Praise God for blessing me with my lovebug. He is the exact opposite of my dad. My husband loves me unconditionally, and with all of his heart, soul, body, and mind. I am written on his heart, and he is written on my heart. We are soul mates, and best friends. He would never hurt me, or let anyone else hurt me. He would lay down his very life for me, and I would for him. When I am sick, he takes such good care of me. He is always more than willing to help me clean the house, cook, do laundry, anything I may need help with. Since my eyes have become so bad, he has become my guide. He never disrespects me, and will not let anyone else show disrespect to me. My momma loved my dad with all of her heart, respected him, honored him. But, dad did none of those things, their marriage was one sided. I am so grateful that my marriage consist of two people that mutually love, honor, respect, adore, and appreciate each other. We are each others biggest fan, and always will be. So, even though I was not raised by parents that were a good example of marriage, God taught me the true definition of marriage, when He joined my heart, with my lovebugs heart. Thank You my dear Father, I love you.