Nothing Perfect

Planning my life with the guy I've been with since we were kids was easy; we had done it so many times. We were going to get married after high school, buy a house, and have four kids. The first would be Baby Ro, who would be so spoiled that we wouldn't let the other kids stay with family. Then, after a year, we'd have his baby sister, who would be my junior. Perfect! I planned to stay home for the next four years with the kids. During that time, I hoped Ro would be drafted into the NFL. Oh yeah, he's an amazing football player who's going to Alabama, just like his mom wants.

Next would come our second son, whose name would be Seven, after his father's jersey number-a cute story we would tell the kids. Lastly, we'd have Princess, our "retirement baby," who we would have when we're older.

However, that was a fairy tale. In reality, my mom got sick, and her husband left. I couldn't leave home, so we're tweaking our plans, perhaps staying home another year to help my mom and sister until she gets better. Without my mom bringing in money like she used to, I need to go to work. Unfortunately, the only jobs with decent hours are in Breton. I have to get to know the people there to survive the shifts, only to possibly meet a new guy who turns out to be bad news. But that doesn't stop me from planning my life, even if I have to adjust those plans repeatedly until I find my happily ever.

Life doesnt have an exact map and they was learning that!