Make Believe

I sometimes wonder if my whole life has been part of a fairy tale and or make-believe.  I always felt like I had to be perfect like the Barbie doll to the many men I married yet I do have to admit that most of them were like the Ken doll anatomically incorrect, none of them had balls either.  I felt like Snow-White at times meeting men who were Sleazy, Grumpy, Stingy, and Dopey just to name a few of the little guys.. As a young girl, I  too read the story of Cinderella and grew up to believe that someday he would come.. Believing in the fairy tale version of life for me has been a difficult story to forget.  From one bad marriage to the next, I believed that the next Prince would be better this time that he would be the one to rescue me from the previous dragons, sadly after five ogres I was the one who had to pick up the sword and slay the demon dragons inside of myself.  There was no huge Kingdom to live in only trailers and two bedroom apartments and I also encountered my share of the wicked step-mothers in the women my exes married.  After many years of believing in the fairy tales I started believing in myself although at times I did feel like Rapunzel who finally let down her  golden-colored hair (to hide the grey) How wonderful to finally realize that I did not need an escort to take me to the ball, I could go by myself and not turn into a pumpkin at midnight, that glass slippers do break and that comfortable shoes last longer.  Although I think Red Riding Hood had it the best when the wolf told her the better to eat you with my dear…The End