He stole my heart when I was just a girl, but he stole so much more. My grandma once told me that some people have a mouth full of gimme and a hand full of take, that was my boyfriend in a nutshell.
 
I stayed even though he wouldn't give me the one thing I wanted more than anything - a child. When he brought his new girlfriend into our home, showing off her fertile round belly, that was my breaking point. I made a plan, and I ran, hoping his new lover would be enough for him to let me go.
 
Twelve hundred miles away, I stop running and start over. I have a home left to me by my grandmother, and some wonderful neighbors. Neighbors who turn out to be friends and oh so much more.