Fariy Tales are Bogus


I am a Fairy Tale girl.   The one who wants to believe in Prince Charming and romance and happily ever after.  I was raised on Disney Princesses like so many other girls and its not a stretch to say that we were all just a little disillusioned on what to expect out of a relationship.   We expected candlelight dinners, walks on the beach, flowers and candy, romantic gestures and unwavering devotion.   A few years out there in singles scene was all we needed to show us just how skewed our expectations were.   Fairy Tales are bullshit.   Prince Charming is going to have flaws… like chewing gum so loud that you actually consider taking a frying pan to his head like a cartoon character in days of old.   He is going to stop bringing you flowers because flowers are expensive and its not that you are worth it but, girl, you don’t need flowers every day.   He won’t bring you chocolate because you complained too many times that you were fat and if he brings you candy then you call him insensitive so he’s just avoiding that fight altogether.    Have you ate by candlelight? Its nigh on impossible to see your food and it just feels odd and out of place when your noshing on fast food burgers and fries on your couch while streaming a movie because its less expensive than dinner out and a theater.     Prince Charming will get moody, he will want to spend time doing things you have no interest in but you go along any way because you’re trying to be supportive.  He will do the same for you.   This works for a few years and then by some unspoken agreement, you both start doing your own thing because frankly, it annoys you to have someone along that has no interest.  You do find things to do together, but its not the romantic beach walking you dreamed of.   Its ATV riding and working on house projects, hiking down the road because you ran out of gas even though you told him four times that he should stop before you got too far away from town.   Its staying up all night with him because he has a fever and standing by his side as he grieves the loss of a friend or family member.   Its learning to live with idiosyncrasies and still wanting to be by their side at the end of the day.

Fairy Tales are dumb.  Reality is …  interesting.

 

 

 

DISCLAIMER :I’m GENX-Model 70  so there will often be references to this retro ideals, events, and so forth.  No apologies will be made.

 


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