100 Sad Days; Day 42: Fairytales and Lies

A hard-hitter from three years ago that remained unpublished until now:

I always knew what I wanted to be when I grew up - happy and successful - I was never really sure what I wanted to be though. That changed often but seem to always go back to the same thing - maybe a blog for another time.

Lets talk about the happy and successful: neither of which I seem to have attained as yet.

Now I am not silly I know fairy tales are just that, I don't believe in living happily ever after, I don't even believe love can last. So that part never figured hugely in my future:

I was going to be the next Dr Robertson (via phd not medicine); I was going to have a successful career whereby I could fend or myself; I was going to meet the man I was to marry at 26; we were going to have two children; we were going to be happy. Simple(s).

So lets look at that plan: I only managed a Masters (but I did achieve that whilst working full time); currently I am unemployed - I have had some very good jobs but they just do not seem to last;

I did meet my husband-to-be at 26 - sadly that didn't last and he is now my ex-husband; I have one very beautiful daughter; I cannot say I am happy with my life as it stands.

Don't get me wrong I love my daughter but I didn't foresee falling for a man with two older children already, twelve years my senior, that smokes and is to all intents and purposes a functioning alcoholic.

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