No Fairy Tale Endings Here
As a little girl, I grew up with the notion that we get married, move
into a little house with a white picket fence, and have children. Boom,
end of story, with every day being the best it could be. I don't know
where I got this from, except that maybe from the fairy tales stories
that my mother always read to me. I sure got gyped that's for sure.
There was nothing even near this kind of life for me. I so much wanted
to have that fairy tale life, of course, understanding that every
single day cannot be a piece of cake. I know that there are many
hurdles in life, most of which, you have to struggle and learn to deal
with by yourself. But the ending never even came close. I got married,
had children, but somehow didn't make it to the fairy tale ending of
the story. I have to accept that. I have to start all over again. I
honestly married him for love, good or bad, rich or poor. Why did he
have to cheat on me? Wasn't our marriage important enough to save?