A Trillion to One

They say the toughest battles are given to the strongest soldiers so I must be made of Graphene. Growing up in Mississippi with the bare minimum was nothing compared to my life in New Orleans. Aside from my drug addicted mother trying to sell my virginity for crack, and having no one to depend on but me, I ended up in a relationship with the devil himself. Vaughn seemed like any woman’s dream man in the beginning of our relationship but it didn’t take very long for Viper to show up. With no money and no place to go, I had to endure years of cheating and beatings. I didn’t think that things could get any worse but, boy, was I proven wrong. When the police kicked down our door and took us both to jail, all hope was lost, along with my faith in the system. The dark clouds of life just kept following me around and I was tired of being rained on. I was always told that there was something better out there for me and, thank God, somebody’s prayers for me were finally being answered. I swore that I was done with love and relationships but fate had other plans for me. It’s not easy to find a man to love you through your pain. A man who loves you, flaws and all. A man who always puts you first. But I did. Me, Amore, or “his Love”, as he always called me. What are the odds of finding a man who’s not what you want but turns out to be everything that you need? I’ve never been a gambling woman but even I know that the odds of that happening are a trillion to one.