life

 There's only one way out and even though I saw it coming like Freightliner speeding down the tracks, there was nothing I could do to stop the crash or the explosion... nothing I can do. 

  I suppose I should be thankful that this has been another lesson but I'm not. What is there to be grateful for this time around?... Nothing at all...

When you see Hallmark or sweet Christmas movies you only see the lust and first kiss. And you watch those couples fall in love. But what about the after? What happens when the Christmas magic is gone and reality sets in. Was/is it really love and happiness or was it just in the moment. They never show the after. They never show 15-16 years past that fated moment. We never see the reality of years. Sure it's all supposed to have fun and sweet. But what happened about real? That's what missing in fairytales we tell our children. 

I think if we told them that the fall may be worth it but to keep that spark it takes work, I think love would be treated differently. Maybe that's just me. 

Reality is the getting up every morning and chores. And if you're one of the lucky ones a bit of surprise along the way as well. But maybe that's just more wishful thinking. 

What happens after the fairytales stop? Pain, Grief, Rage, hurt, heartache. 

It makes you almost want to stop and give up. 

I suppose wanting the fairytale is too childlike. 

There comes a point where you have to accept you'll never be anyone's Cinderella and always the step-sister trying to fit in a shoe not meant for you...