Publisher's Synopsis
The most painful thing I had to somehow come to grips with was the loss of my dreams. I had wanted a nice, peaceful marriage: no problems, rosy skies, lots of kids, and a nice house. But most of all, I deeply wanted a loving husband. I wanted someone to love me! Horribly, the truth of all my failed marriages defied all imagination of everything that I had never wanted in life--replacing those happy expectations with hollow pain and all the constant inner sorrow that I could never fix.
My stark reality was this: My dreams were dead...as dead and buried as all my abusive marriages!
