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On my eighteenth birthday, my mom made the long trip into town to get me a birthday cake. It was the first birthday cake I had ever seen, and I tried my best not to drool as I quietly made my wish by the flickering candlelight. I wished that I could wake up one day and find myself in a life where I never had to worry about making ends meet, so I could focus on school, get into Caverton University, and build a better future for myself. That night, I slept more deeply than I ever had before. When I woke up, I was thirty-two years old. I had a handsome husband and an adorable, smart son. There was only one problem. Neither of them loved me. Surprisingly, I was not heartbroken at all. After all, at eighteen, I had been focused on making something of myself. How could I possibly have loved them?