The problem comes when the needs aren't being met by the loved one, and so the needy seek another to meet their needs.
And then the pain comes.
Facing the impossibility of meeting another's needs, and then knowing that when you fail, they will dump you to seek another. It swallows you in depression until you can't breathe.
Anytime you want to fight this battle for me Lord, I'm wounded enough now, wouldn't you say?
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- I am 38 years old. I have often thought of the verse of Scripture that says, "The battle is the Lord's" with this question in my head. If the battle is His, why am I the one who's wounded?
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