The heart is hungry and longs to be fed. When it has been forced through a negative, hostile, or abusive upbringing, to live in a state of perpetual starvation, it will eat tree bark, crickets or dirt. Many, far too many of us, are living in relationships feed us thusly. The very best we get in these relationships is crumbs under the table—which we treat as a King’s feast. We will hang on to the memory of those crumbs as if they were breath itself. We stay in those relationships because of those crumbs and because we have no idea that it is actually possible to have something better. And if w
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