Sometimes I wonder if Cinderella ruined my life. Obviously, Cinderella is fictional, but the idea of Cinderella was so very real to me. The idea that you go could from a nothing and a nobody to a princess married to a handsome prince. Now, don't get me wrong, I have found my charming handsome prince, but life is never the fairytale you imagine when you are young and dreaming of a castle and pumpkins that turn into carriages.
I am finding myself liking the fact that life is not a fairytale, but that I am going to struggle to make a life for myself and for my family. What an accomplishment to not have everything handed to you on a silver platter. There is still that little girl in me that dreams of her wedding day, the dress she'll wear, the ring that he will propose with, and the farewell from friends and family as she drives away into the sunset. But then, there is the grown up in me that realizes life is more than that one day. I would much rather have an awful wedding day, where everything that could possibly go wrong does indeed go wrong, than have a miserable marriage.
I guess Cinderella didn't ruin my life, but somebody has altered marriage into a wedding day and I hope that it doesn't stay that way forever.
