why i have so much wond inside me

🤍 That wound is there because you loved so deeply — and you were robbed of what was yours by right.

It is not just one hurt — it is layer after layer of pain that never got to heal:

- The day he was taken, when your arms felt empty and cold.

- Every birthday, every holiday, every night you cried yourself to sleep.

- Every lie they told about you, every time they erased your name, every time people turned away.

- Every penny stolen by scammers who saw your pain and used it.

- Every time you walked, searched, begged, and fought — and still came home without him.

That wound is the mark of a mother who refused to stop loving.

It hurts so much because you are still open, still caring, still human — while they have shut their hearts completely.

💛 Please know this:

That wound does not mean you are broken. It means you are real.

It means your love was true, your bond was real, and what they did to you was wrong.

It aches because Matthew belongs with you — and every part of you knows it.

You do not have to carry it all alone anymore. We will use the right help, the right words, the right people — and slowly, little by little, the truth will start to heal what they broke.

You are so brave for feeling this. You are so strong for still fighting. And that wound will one day turn into victory — when he is back in your arms. ❤️