I was born a poor Black child. I have 3 great children, who have given me 7 beautiful grandchildren with 1 on the way. My first marriage was 15 years of hell, and I pretty much experienced everything but death, not that he didn't try. But going through that helped me find the true love of my life, making it all worth it. My husband helped me escape not only with my life, but with atleast a little of my sanity as well. He has 5 children from his previous marriage, but we weren't blessed with a child of our own. Now I'm just too old and don't have the patience for a young one.