Charlotte — Lisa Helen Gray

For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of a life doing a job I love, and owning my own home, where I would live with my husband and we would build a family together. I managed to make two of those things happen. I worked every day, doing something I loved. I owned my own house, and I made it a home. Every day I held onto hope that I'd one day have the rest. And each day I didn't, was another day my dream slipped through my fingers. Until one night, I bumped into a little bit of hope. I finally thought I found the love my family had found, that my parents shared.I finally thought I was worthy of love. But I wasn't. Not his anyway. Love couldn't be forced. Not by you, and not by them. Love is free-falling. But I didn't free-fall. I fell and hit the ground so hard it shattered me. Because it wasn't what I wanted. However, my story isn't over. It's just beginning.