I believed my life would be a fairy tale; Prince meets Princess & they live happily ever after.
Where the Prince whisks me away into a magical land & makes everything feel safe & romantic.
Like in the books I read growing up & somewhere along the way, I realized ; there was no prince, not for me.
Just a person who didn’t care what I did, who I was & never truly fancied me.
For decades, I accepted that it is what it is & that a loveless marriage was what I had.
Thoughts of suitors from my younger days came back to whisper “what if” & “why didn’t.”
Today, I find myself in my friends, a new community & shared camaraderie.
So why does my once-perceived Prince take exception to the happiness I found & he couldn’t give?
I am self-made, I pulled my weight,
& worked around my shortcomings to inconvenience others as little as possible.
I am dealing with the lemon I gave myself when marrying & the lemon that was gifted to me ; my health.
Is it too much to ask not to be unkind?
I don’t expect kindness, just the grace to
enjoy my friends’ company.
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