Hello, I'm Queenette!

From Abandoned to Unconditionally Loved

I wasn’t always the woman who knew how to receive love. I’ve been the strong one. The overthinker. The woman who could hold everyone else together but had no idea how to let someone hold her.

I grew up in a complex family dynamic that made me question whether love could ever feel safe. My father passed when I was young. My mother left soon after for Nigeria for his funeral arrangements and hoping to build a better life for us, but she never came back to America.

That kind of loss changes you at the cellular level. It teaches you how to survive, but not how to trust. It makes you independent, hyperindependent if I'm being honest, but not how to receive help.

I remember being in high school and silently saying to myself, “I will never trust anyone again. Because when you trust them, they lie and let you down.” That vow became a wall I built brick by brick out of pain, disappointment, and self-protection. It kept me safe, but it also kept me from being loved.

So even when I met the man who would become my husband, I almost walked away. Talk about almost sabotaging the greatest love of my life. Not because I didn’t love him, but because the moment love started to feel real, I wanted to run. I wasn’t going to be caught loving again, only to end up abandoned, alone, and rejected.

Love that felt safe didn’t feel familiar. But something in me knew this time had to be different.

I remember that night, sitting in the car with him, trying to end things. We talked for three hours. I told him that he likes me now, but when he really gets to know me, he won't like me anymore. He looked me in the eyes and said that it was me he wanted, and he liked me just the way I was. "I don't need you to change anything."

And somewhere deep inside, I heard a whisper: “Queenette, just let love in. Just let him love you.”

That was twenty-two years ago. Today, my husband and I have been married for twenty years. We have three beautiful children, a young man who’s nineteen, and two young ladies, seventeen and thirteen. Together, we’ve created a peaceful, nurturing home, the kind I used to dream about as a little girl watching The Cosby Show.

I’ve carried that vision of family for as long as I can remember. To now be living inside of that dream is the greatest proof that healing is real and love like this is possible.

It breaks my heart to know how many women have never experienced a love that cares, protects, provides, considers, inspires, and leads with strength and gentleness.

That’s why I’ve made it my mission to help high-achieving women, the strong ones, the responsible ones, the ones who do it all, finally receive love that is so safe they can relax, exhale, and rest in the arms of a man who will never hurt them.

This isn’t a fantasy.
It’s my promise to you.

I’ve lived it, and I’ll show you how to experience love that never disappoints you again.