This week, we're telling stories of failed dreams.
My husband was a cop and I was a Sailor. Both of us were kicked out before we were ready to go. On the bright side, it helped me grow as a writer and we met each other and fell in love because of it.
Click on the dream ticket to submit your short story!
If it weren't for our failed dreams, we wouldn't be together. Just because a dream fails doesn't mean its the end or that somehow we failed. It just means we have to adjust our expectations and find new dreams.
Below are some pictures of my relationship with my dream man, The Messy Mr.
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