As a young girl, I used to read about fairy tales: how typical princess would meet her charming prince. Who would ever warn me that you can never wait for your prince to come. You have to go out, make friends (lots of them), and fall in love so many times and be prepared to be fooled around. In the end, the prince is probably not in your definition of charming, but hopefully is the one comes on the right place, right time and right words.
and those fairy tales of course did not teach you how to handle significant others of your prince (to be). Though you learned that some women could be really wicked because of jealousy from the Snow White or Cinderella, you'd be amazed that some people could really drive you crazy. The more you wished to be as gentle as perfect princess, the more you realized you would wish nothing but have the witch wand to turn those pain in the a** into frogs.
when you really live in reality, you will find out that your prince stinks, has bad breath, farts, burps and does other things that never crossed your mind. the worst case is that you find that you can not escape for those unpleasant situation, nor complain to make sure it never happens again. Trust me, it will many times.
when you think that you love the prince, just in that very moment you will be amazed that you hate the person so badly. Sometimes you want to run away from him, or even hits his head with a rolled newspaper to show your existence or just to say in other words that he has the most illogical explanation.
when you remember that you are just an ordinary woman, not a princess of a fairy tale, but at least you are real, you will see that the man you love is not a prince either, but he is also real. Someone real. Someone to talk to about almost anything. Someone to trash out your disappointment and anger. At least someone to give you a hug when you feel that you dont deserve a place in this world. To make you a real person who lives and deserves him.
