"Even Fairy Tale Characters Would Be Jealous"

I sit, curled up on the couch, partially listening to you and partially listening as PlayRadioPlay! play one of our songs off my iPhone.

"Even Fairy Tale Characters Would Be Jealous".

Things aren't perfect, but we're happy. Who'd want perfect, anyways? Perfect would be me fretting over dinner while the children played in the living room with the dog as we'd wait for you to come home from work. That's someone's perfect, but not mine.

Yeah, you know what? I think fairy tale characters would be jealous of us. Again, this ain't no 'happily ever after' in 'lands of faraway places', but who said the Brothers Grimm and Mama Goose had it all right?

See, I think that after the 'happily ever after' came the reality check. The Princess refused to eat peas due to her spinal injuries and thr resulting emotional trauma. Snow White caught several STIs from a naughty little gangbang with the seven dwarves. Cinderella became a carnivorous, insufferable, tyrannical owner of slaves and house help, with a mean streak for animal cruelty.

And it's not just the women, either. Every single ego-bloated Prince Charming probably became fat through the follies of ale-belly, thusly crushing their shining white steeds whilst trying to mount them in an attempt to prove their masculinity.

Or I could be wrong. Every Princess and her Prince would ride off into the sunset, blissfully ignorant of reality and the best parts of being in 'love'.

Every one of those fairy tale characters is probably watching us from the confines of their covers, aching to feel what we feel, from the toe-curling sex to the vase-hurling fights, whether their lives are just as picturesque as written or if they're living in already depicted fairy tale hell.

I love that we fight. I know that you're willing to fight, that you're passionate for something, even if it is just something small and stupid, like who ate the last bagel or which person left the window open while it rained. I've seen and been with too many people who had no passion, no drive, no fight. I don't want that anymore because when push comes to shove I'd want you to fight for me, not just let me walk out the door and out of your life.

I love that we're probably not meant for each other. That degree of uncertainty helps me to appreciate you more while I've got you. Odd are against us actually being together forever. Hell, the odds and my own pathetically fallic predisposition are the two main evils we're fighting here, so it's us against the world, baby. But knowing that either of us could walk away at any time makes me cherish you all that much more, kiss you hard when you walk away, and hug you tighter when I see you again.

This is the stuff they leave out of the fairy tales, the stuff that makes being with a person absolutely worthwhile, exhilarating, and unpredictable.

So suck on that, Fairy Godmother.