Sunday, 16 December 2007
07:35:36 PM (GMT)
Her dream was to find Prince Charming, get engaged, get a ring (not a big one, just
a simple one. One that meant forever.), and get married in a church with a red carpet
and white roses. They would wake up in each other’s arms. They would live in an
adorable house with pastel shutters, a little brick chimney, and a neat little flower
garden by the front door. They would have a lovely master bedroom with a
golden-colored down comforter and matching curtains. The living room would have a
loveseat in addition to the couch. The kitchen would have plenty of counter space,
and a collection of teapots sitting on the window sill. She would be the perfect
housewife, he would be the perfect husband, and together they would have 2.5
beautiful blond-haired blue-eyed children.
Her prince charming would kiss her on the cheek each morning before he left for work
and their children would wave goodbye as they got on the bus with their packed
lunches and wide grins. They would live happily ever after. She would be happy.
But her dream went away. Prince charming kissed her once one the cheek before he
left, promising someday she would have her ring and the little house with pastel
shutters. Then one day she found out he had been waking up in someone else’s arms
and they were going to have a child together with 1.5 more on the way.
Her happily ever after never happened. Now what would the little housewife do?
Cry herself to sleep, go to counseling twice a week to have a professional point out
what was wrong with her and tell her why she couldn’t keep her house warm enough
for love to grow, why she didn’t deserve a happy ending, and why she was better off
I hung up the floral apron I once longed to wear. He was charming alright, but not
really my cup of tea. What would Disney think of us? The Hollywood screw-ups.
You know, Prince charming doesn’t always save the damsel. Sometimes it’s the girl
next door. Sometimes the princess saves herself because sometimes the prince
doesn’t get there in time. Sometimes the bad guys win. And sometimes you can’t
bring yourself to read the last page because you know how it will end. Happily or
not, it always ends.