I thought I would make something of myself, until trauma happened at eighteen. Had I been helped to recover I might have become something. I never wanted to be a bride or a mother or have a picket fence. I wanted other things. I became a mother. My son has a great life and I'm glad I passed on my genes. He is so beautiful...and his girl is beautiful and smart...if they have children they will be lucky children. It makes me feel I've done an important job in evolving my family line. I've stopped mourning my potential.