I remember growing up all I wanted was to find that special someone and have two children.  A boy and a girl.  It’s what most little girls dream of.   Little did I know, that after years of abuse, I would struggle with PTSD and God knew what He was doing when he blessed me with two little boys instead.  Despite years of abuse and my dad’s obsessive jealousy over me, he always assured me that God would fulfill my dreams.  Well, he was right…about that part atleast.   God did indeed fulfill my dreams, just not in the way I had imagined.   Read more