jg48

I knew from an early age that all of that was bullshit.

A fairy tale ************ are spoon fed by their own unhappy parents.

This chicken tastes like shit!

My parents on the other hand never fed me the whole fairy tale.

No, quite the opposite actually.

With them, there was nothing but insults and accusations

rolled over the coffee table at dinner time.

Bitter reality.

The blatant dishonesty and disrespect that comes with the whole thing.

We didn't have a white picket fence.

Hell, we didn't even have a house.

And I wasn't spoon-fed hope or fairy tales.

Instead, I was given a hard dose of what marriage really was.

on, I made a choice. I didn't want to live like my parents did. Poor, ridiculously unhappy.

I also didn't want to be fooled into thinking that some prince charming would one day sweep

me off my feet and be the key to my eternal happiness.

I was too smart for that.

Ever since I can remember, I knew exactly what I wanted.

And it certainly wasn't to be in a loveless marriage in hopes that one day things would change.

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