If I knew where my happily ever after was; I’d go fetch it by the feet and drag it home.
When I was a young girl, I expected things would turn out a certain way. I expected to find the love of my life, my best friend, the one whom I could share my every hope and fear, the one that (by his belief in me) would help me believe in my ability to achieve my dreams. This love was to be two lives merging into one; the unbreakable bond that no one could brake apart.
Instead, I’ve found a labyrinth with many dead ends. I’ve suffered under their stifling anger, disbelief, and worst of all: the necessity of having to keep my thoughts and needs to myself. There has been no room for my needs amongst the unbearable demands of the other that I happened to be with at that time.
