There is no such thing as a fairy tale ending.
Things don’t just magically fall into place like in the movies.
We WANT that to happen. We really do.
If we saw what were real we would see a swashbuckling man who would probably intoxicate you with his cologne, bright smile and beautiful eyes so much so that you fall under his spell. It’s all lovey dovey at first and they can’t keep their hands off of each other.
Fast forward several years down the road (and possibly a few kids later) and she has put on a good 30-40 lbs since they first “fell in love”.
She’s not really in the mood for passion and love making but she wishes she were but she’s so tired. Besides he really doesn’t “see her”. Did he ever, really? There is arguing. Distance.
Wandering eyes and wandering hearts.
Perhaps a few stolen moments mimicking love.
But what is love? I mean REALLY.
That mythical thing we wish we knew.
Is it the bulge in your pants?
Is it notes & texts, flowers and folly?
Is it the dizzy feeling you get when he whispers ‘sweet nothings’ in your ear, all while he checks his phone. Or his mind is elsewhere.
We don’t want to see that kind of thing because that’s reality. And we don’t want to be faced with reality.
HELL NO!
We want fantasy.
That’s a much better place to live. It’s safe. No one can hurt you there. You are the queen of your castle.
Do I believe in fairy tales?
No freaking way.
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