When I was 32, my third husband walked out on my two young boys and I. It was the week before Christmas. I had a brand new business, with no predictable income. We lived in a crappy little town house, I wasn’t sure I would be able to pay the light bill for, much less the rent. There wasn’t a present under the tree for my kids, but I couldn’t stop dancing. I was alive and free.
I had survived a heinous molestation as a little girl, three disastrous marriages riddled with infidelity, mental, verbal and physical abuse. I had buried my dad and my son. I’d fought Goliath and lost. So when my third husband decided he was done, I held the door open as he walked out.
I was forced to admit there were things in life I just wasn’t good at. Marriage was at the top of that list. With the first stroke of my pen on the blank page of my life I created a ridiculously impossible list my next husband had to say, do and be, to insure I would forever remain single. To prove that this guy did not exist, I signed up for an online dating site and started doing something I had never done before, dating.
“The Purple Orchid List” is a real life fairytale about overcoming impossible circumstances and having an unrealistic dream come true.