Was it so wrong in this day and age to simply want to be married and raise a family. Other peoples expectations of her seemed to define her, to pigeonhole her into their little idea of what she was. In her view she was a happy, successful mother of three. Successful because she was happy. In theirs she was a young mother who could do so much more if only she would focus more energy on herself and less on the trap of a low income family. Of course they didn't have a lot of money, her husband worked a low income job, and with a car, rent and various bills things were a struggle sometimes. Three kids under nine didn't help the cash flow.

Life was straightforward. Bella knew what she wanted out of life and she had achieved most of her family oriented goals in her 27 years. She didn't have a designer kitchen or even a floor in her bedroom for that matter. Instead of these creature comforts there was laughter in the house. Always something going on. And so much love that it overwhelmed her sometimes. The feeling of taking a pause in the middle of a busy day, when your laying the table for dinner and there are children doing homework and rocking on their chairs, the youngest trying to climb on the dogs back and your husband shouting in from the living room that there's a knock at the door when you just realise that YOU did this. It's what you always wanted. So why isn't it enough for everybody else.

This is the story of Bella, of how she overcame a life of alcoholism, abuse and poverty. And how she got what she always wanted, a life.

A/n

This is a personal story, I wanted to try and write something serious so I thought id write from personal experience. Let me know if you like it and if you think it's worth continuing. Thanks :)