Wounds That Made Me
by
Chici Sriwahyuni's Blog
- November 01, 2025
There are many things in life we never get to choose. One of them is the family we are born into.
For some women, growing up in a broken home filled with conflict, empty promises, and inherited wounds leaves marks that don’t simply disappear with time.
They grow up carrying quiet fears. No matter how often someone promises to stay, there is always a small voice inside asking, “Is this really different… or will I be left again?”
Many of us learn fear early on the fear of abandonment, the fear that sweet words are nothing more than words, the fear that happiness is only temporary. So even when love comes gently, the heart stays alert. Because we have seen promises to turn into ashes. We have heard “I will never leave you” and then been left anyway.
That is why women from broken families often take longer to trust. We don’t need beautiful sentences. We need proof. We need consistency, not declarations that disappear when things get hard. We need presence, not words that are easily forgotten.
Sometimes love only appears at the beginning, then slowly fades away. So, if we seem anxious, it’s not because we don’t want to believe. It’s because we remember how deeply it hurt to believe the wrong person.
Behind all that fear is actually something very simple: the desire to feel safe. Not just hearing “I love you” But seeing it in consistency, effort, and the choice to stay especially when staying isn’t easy.
Women who grow up in broken families are not incapable of love. In fact, they often love more deeply because they know what loss feels like. They can be fiercely loyal because they know what betrayal does. They cherish small things because they didn’t always have much growing up.
So, if you choose to love a woman like this, don’t just promise... prove it. Because safety is the sweetest form of love, far sweeter than any words could ever be.
Love,
Cc












