Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was me, Cinderella. I will save you all the boring details of my everyday suburban life. Here are some career highlights... my prolog if you will. I was born and raised in Pennsylvania. I have a mom, a dad, an older brother and more cats than I care to admit to... back then anyways. So I grew up normal with the standard trial and tribulations of any American teenager at the turn of the century... 2000, not 1900... Lets start this highlight reel after graduation of my senior year.
I graduated and started college for nursing. I never wanted to be a nurse, my mother did so she lived vicariously through my college applications until I was accepted into a life I didn't want. That didn't last long, I survived a semester and a half before I quit. I eventually found myself enrolled in community college for Human Services. I started and stopped going for more years than I should have but did eventually graduate.
To protect the privacy of those in my life I will use nicknames from here on out. In 2005, I met a boy. We will call him Ireland. He and I fell deeply in love and after nearly 2 years together, a child resulted from that love. My darling princess, we shall call her Belle, she brought sweetness and beauty to my life.
Life was good for a while. Typically, we had sleepless nights and the stress of being a new mom and working a full time job so I hired a babysitter to help out while I was at work. She was a trusted friend who had just lost her job and I wanted to help her financially and that way my daughter could stay at home. BIG MISTAKE. I found Ireland canoodling with her. This destroyed my friendship, our relationship and trust from here till eternity. We stayed together but things were never the same.
The years went one, jobs were had and lost due to the economy and I found myself taking on a new venture working in the travel industry. The glitter was gone from Ireland and I met someone new at work. We will call him James Dean. He was a bad boy. Not my type at all, but he intrigued me. Ireland and I went our separate ways, much to the dismay of my family and all friends.
It was a new chapter in life for me. I moved into an apartment with my Belle and our cat Bob (we don't need to change his name as I dont think he will mind the notoriety of being mentioned). We lived here in our happy home and I was dating James Dean but still longing for Ireland. This is where things got complicated.
Recently, Ireland's mother passed away. We made a rushed decision and decided to move back in together. It lasted 2 weeks. I was so confused. I missed the freedom and adventure of James Dean, loved the family life of Ireland and was bursting at the seams with indecision. So I left.
I was going to live with James Dean and stay at my parent's home the nights I had my Belle. This worked for about 2 more weeks before I was kicking myself in the teeth. What a mistake.
This brings us to today. I have decided to leave my life of adventure with James Dean. He is crushed, shattered, damn near psychotic in fact. I have begged Ireland for forgiveness. Understandibly he is cold and bitter about all of it.
So here I am today, a princess without a castle. I am staying with my parents, but you can cut the tension with a spoon. Lets see what the next page of the story brings, I will keep you updated.
