My parents never wanted a daughter. From the start, I was a disappointment—reminded constantly that I wasn’t the son they wished for. I spent years trying to earn their love and approval, but nothing was ever enough. When I married Jordan, they finally showed affection—but not for me. They adored him more than they ever loved me.Jordan and I dreamed of starting a family, but after months of trying,

we learned the truth: I had fertility issues. IVF was a possibility, but it would be a difficult, expensive journey. While I tried to stay hopeful, my parents learned of my condition and were disgusted. They called me a disgrace, told me I had failed as a woman. Worst of all, Jordan agreed with them. He started to pull away, cold and distant, until one day he handed me divorce papers—just like that.At the divorce hearing, I saw my parents by his side. They said I didn’t deserve him, that he should find a “real woman” who could give him a child. And he listened. I left with nothing—no family, no husband, no home. Just the broken pieces of my life.But I didn’t stay broken,