by Aliyeus J

Created on: February 01, 2009   Last Updated: February 13, 2009

Being a newlywed of ten months now, I have sobered into the reality of a world that is far from that of the fairytale life I dreamed up as a child. As a blossoming teenager, I spent many of my nights lying in bed, and dreaming of someday becoming a woman, shamelessly pampered, and utterly beloved by a man of wealthy means. With images of grand movies, and best selling, romance novels in my head, I think I must have dreamed myself over a cliff, far off into a realm where I could pick the perfect husband like picking daisies from a field.

I was such an impassioned young, girl, full of life, and heavy with my dreams. But it wasn't long before I started getting knocked down by the storms of adversity. Swiftly, I was forced away from my childlike dreams, and came face to face with a hard luck life.

Although my fairytale dreams suddenly seemed far behind me, like bread crumbs upon a path, I left shadows of those dreams. I would not lose my way, and I would not lose my dreams. So, time and again, I picked myself up, brushed myself off, each time humbling myself a little more to harsh realities, and I carried on.

At every turn I searched, and longed for a man to complete my world, one who could rescue me from the life that never seemed to get easier. And on one very ordinary day the time came, sort of. It was like one of those times when what you're looking for is right under your nose, but you can't see it. Well, I didn't see it - I was much to busy looking for fireworks to strike off, announcing my prince had come. I waited to feel little butterflies fluttering around in my belly, and my heart to come bursting through my chest, all for the man who would be the perfect one for me. While I waited and waited for someone else, my husband stood on the sidelines waiting himself, for me to finally see that it was him, that he was the one to sweep me away - even if it wasn't paradise that he was sweeping me away to.

When my husband did finally convince me to marry him, it wasn't over a candlelight, dinner set upon the table of a terrace over looking a beautiful ocean. No, it was as we sat on my raggedy couch, in my stuffy living room, watching a show on television that had bored us senseless. There in that moment, I said yes to a man that had not come riding in on his white horse, but who had come in on the wings of a simple bus fare. Out of all the suit wearing, business owning, sweet, suave, and dreamy guys I had dated, he was the one. Simple and plain, barely a penny to his

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