Life becomes really good at 50. Everything before then is practice.

At the age of 22, I married the man of my dreams, but just like my father, I drank a lot. By the age of 33, I was a full-blown alcoholic, on the verge of losing everything, including my life. Sitting at the top of the staircase, I asked God to help me, and He did. On November 10, 1998, He took the desire to drink away from me. By His grace, I'm still sober today.

The marriage didn't last, but it took 25 years to break free. My parents had stayed together for us kids, and the day we left, they divorced. I thought that was so sad to live in misery together as a family. My daughter knew how unhappy I was, so I left, and took her with me. She was 13 at the time, and I wanted her to know what love looked like, and how beautiful life can be. It's all right here, and it just gets more beautiful.

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