I grew up in a broken home, mom and dad both druggies, prostitutes, and in and out of prison more times than they can even count. I raised my 3 younger siblings almost by myself from a young age. Since I can remember, all I’ve wanted is a family of my very own that I can love and care for. I wanted to be a mother, and a great one at that. I’ve got my husband, and he’s wonderful, but we’ve had zero luck on adding to our family. All I’ve ever wanted was children, and I can’t even have that? I feel like such a failure most days, and I’m struggling to even want to keep trying to achieve my dreams.