Perseverance by L.D. Davis

One day I woke up, and my reality was everything I’d never wanted.

I was a widow with three small children. My appearance, my health, and especially my happiness, were no longer considerations, until I met Marco Mangini. He made me long for things to be different, for me to be different.
You really don’t know how strong you are until you recount the tragedies of your life aloud, and you really don’t know the taste of your own deficiencies until you admit them in your own voice.
Marco told me I was the strongest and bravest person he knew, but as I told him my story, I didn’t feel very strong, or very brave. I wanted to stop a hundred times and go back to hiding from my past, but that was no longer an option. This opening of my soul seemed to no longer be in my control, and I was certain it would break me.