Dear Heartbroken Girl,
Life is mysterious, isn't it? I think it is truly amazing how someone you love and care about so much one day, can completely turn against the next. Honestly, it's pretty upsetting to me and to other guys out there. Some days after the initial breakup, you're going to feel tired or even more saddened by the recent events that have happened. But I'm here to tell you something that should have been told to you a long time ago: You are so much more than you think you are.
In today's society, women are stereotyped, it isn't a secret. But yet, most men will not talk about this fact and continue to degrade and make women feel smaller than they really are. Ladies, as a man, I am ashamed by men like this. To know that somewhere in the world, there is a man mistreating a woman because either she isn't "pretty enough" or she's "stupid", makes me all the more sicker. You are more.
Let me tell you what I have come to learn about women and how to treat them. I come from a family where I was the only boy really. I was raised around a lot of women and this made me respect women as individuals, as intellectual equals with myself and other men. Women are the backbone to a family structure. I will admit, I am a very emotional person, and I have had my fair share of teary eyed moments laying my head on my mother's shoulders to cry and tell her everything that has happened to me.
I feel for you right now in your moment of pain, i really truly do. No matter the hurt, the heartbreak you are going through right now, I hope you see a light, not just any light, but the light of God to brighten up your dark day. I could comfort you and tell you everything is going to be ok, but Your Heavenly Father is always waiting for you and listening to you. God tells us in Isaiah 41:10, "Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."
So fear not, women of God, for God is always with you and will be with you for an eternity.
