My mom has always been my rock, my sense of stability. In a childhood filled with turmoil and hardship, she kept us afloat. I always felt well cared for, I never went without.
My mom sacrificed so much. Most importantly was her sense of self. She worked hard, often holding two jobs at a time. For her kids, there's nothing that she wouldn't do. Men failed her, weren't worthy of her, were weak. Her needs were simple: to be loved, treated with respect, and cherished. Those needs weren't met. In spite of this, she never stopped believing in true love. My mom instilled in me a sense of hope, and she always told me that I'm worthy of love.
For a lot of years, I too put my needs aside. I devoted a lot of time to making others happy. Now I have a chance to do it over again: to marry, to possibly have another child, to grow old with my mate.
People say that marriage is a 50/50 partnership. That's untrue. To be successful, marriage has to be 100/100. I married the wrong man and then divorced. However, I still wholeheartedly believe in marriage. Thank you mom for always supporting me, loving me, and being my number one fan. I will never give up on my pursuit of happiness. I will always believe in the take your breath away kind of love.
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