When the fairy tale crumbles...

We grew up being taught to believe in fairy tales.  Most little girls wanted to be that princess in the beautiful dress with her Prince Charming.  But, what if fairy tales don't look the way we thought they should.

I got married young and thought it was going to be the fairy tale life I had dreamt of.  Naive is what I was.  When your heart gets broken again and again by the relationship with the person who is supposed to be your partner, you completely lose yourself.  When you think it's going to be different this time, but then you find yourself crying yourself to sleep almost every night because nothing is different.  You still don't matter.  I felt like was screaming at the top of my lungs to just be seen, but I may as well have been invisible.  This was both of our fault.  I want to make sure that everyone knows it takes two to make a relationship fail.  I had this picture of what life was going to be, and it was nowhere near what I thought.

My dreams of a fairy tale crumbled before my eyes.  I lost my fight.  There was no spark left inside me.  I was unrecognizable to myself.  I had kept waiting for Prince Charming to show up or wake up or something, but I realized that wasn't going to happen.  I actually had an epiphany.  Why was I waiting for someone else to be there hero of my story.  Maybe my story wasn't meant to be a fairy tale.  Maybe, just maybe, my story is supposed to be an adventure story, and wait for it....I was the hero!

Realizing that I am the hero of my story woke me up.  I could do anything I wanted to.  I could start over now.  I didn't need to stay in the same circle of pain and tears.  I could live free (my tattoo tells me I can).  When I say live free, I mean from the constraints that others put on you.  I knew I no longer needed to live in the little box that myself and others had put me in.  It was time to step outside of my comfort zone and push forward.

Being the hero doesn't mean it's easy.  Actually some days are quite difficult.  One really great part about being the hero is that I don't have a Prince Charming and will never wait for one again.  I have a Superhero!  Why would I want some silly prince when I can spend my life with another hero?  Just saying.

Bottom line.  You make your own story, just like I make my own story.  What kind of story is yours?

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