How the hell did I get here? My childhood was perfect, or at least as perfect as one could ask for. My youthful eyes looked upon the world in wonder. My young spirit embraced all the possibilities the world had to offer. Like a treasure box begging to be open, I wanted it all! Everything was ours for the taking. It was handed to you on a silver platter. Believing the world was our biggest challenge, was my first mistake.  You took liberties indulging in your darker desires as Mr. Hyde without consequences. However, your mixture of alcohol made it more difficult for you to control which one you would be. You became increasingly mental abusive and uncontrollable. This path led you to commit more and more heinous acts, struggling to contain your evil side.  The twists and turns that led me here are unfathomable! My dreams only remain a remnant of my imagination.  You once had it all, but it fell from your grip, as you continued to sip on your toxic potion, thinking...

Even though Catherine was not wealthy, some called her poor; you would never know this by the style of clothes she wore. She had a natural talent, the gift of sewing. She could take any old thing, and turn it from rags to riches.  Today was no different, as she was walking towards the church; she looked as if she floated right off the cover of a magazine, featuring the famous designer Christian Dior.  The light weight dress flowed effortlessly with every step she took. It was composed of a delicate three tier overlay, with touches of lace that fell in just the right places. Beautifully stitched, and embossed with small dainty brown balls, which fell into a pattern that went from her head, all the way to her toes, it dangled only a few inches from the floor. It was sleeveless, and the top hugged her neckline just so.  Even though Catherine was creative, the belt must go, as this was indeed a maternity dress, I must say it looked spectacular!  The white flats that...