It’s just another Tuesday, except I can’t take the trash out because yesterday’s holiday delayed the weekly pickup and now I have shit all over the house for an extra day.
Also, yesterday sucked.
Happy 18th anniversary. This fucking sucks. We’re just going to skip this one, I think.
A fairy-tale relationship. A fairy-tale marriage.
Isn’t that exactly what we wish for ourselves when we tie the knot, and repeat the words “I do”?
We enter the relationship with hopes and dreams. We picture a long life of love and happiness. And that’s not so naïve. It’s the way things should be.
But what if there’s deception and broken trust? What if there’s betrayal and infidelity?
If this becomes our story, is it still possible to describe our marriage as a fairy-tale?
The Little Mermaid kills herself at the end.