By LaJill Hunt
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My mother was a single mother, who was raised by a single mother, who was raised by a single mother. I often wondered if the women in my family were cursed. Not one woman in my family-- not my great grandmother, my grandmother, my mother, or her two sisters had ever been married; let alone had a wedding. The crazy thing was that they all seemed to be fine with it. One day, when I was ten, I asked my mother if she had ever noticed the pattern. She laughed at me and said, "Yeah, we're all happy."I knew she was lying. How could she possibly be happy when she worked all the time and her entire life seemed to be consumed with nothing but work and paying bills? No one to hold hands with or to hug; no one to hold her in the middle of the night; no one to share romantic meals with or to send her flowers on her birthday or Valentine's Day; no one to kiss under the mistletoe or on New Year's Eve; no one to dance with or sweep her off her feet and swirl her around the living room, like Cliff Huxtable did to Claire on The Cosby Show. That was how I imagined happiness, and I decided right then and there, at that very moment, that it was up to me to break the cycle of loneliness and live a romantic life with the man of my dreams and show all the women in my family what happiness truly looked like. I would go to college, use my love of drawing and painting to become an art teacher. Then on that one special day meet my Prince Charming while sitting outside a small cafe in California, working on one of my many sketches. I had everything planned perfectly. He would compliment my work; we would look into each other's eyes and fall madly in love. We would have a whirlwind romance, get married, go to Paris for our honeymoon, move into our dream home, and then live happily ever after. We would invite my mother, grandmother, and all of my aunts and cousins over for Sunday brunch; where they would have front row seats to all of the love and happiness we shared.