Here's some of that groundwork I mentioned in that first post. I met Prince Charming in May of 2004. I've never been one to believe in love at first sight but there was an instant connection. I felt comfortable with him right off the bat; like I'd known him for years. He told me that he'd seen me around town (the kingdom of WS) for years but never quite worked up the courage to talk to me. It was sweet. In the words of Tom Petty, "... the future was wide open".
We moved pretty quickly. Met in May 2004, moved in together May 2005, engaged in August 2006, married in October 2007, seeing a counselor by 2008, separated in 2010 and now, again, in 2011. They say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions; so is the road to separation.
PC and I definitely had our ups and down, peaks and valleys. Our peaks were high, but they couldn't always compete with the depths of our valleys. You see, my PC has a bit of a drinking problem. You know how they say that the first step is admitting there's a problem? Check and check. We've done that. It's the rest of the steps that have proven insurmountable. I have never, and probably will never, believe in someone as much as I believe in my dear, sweet PC. I'm really struggling with coming up with the words to describe how much faith I have in him, and how great I believe he can be. Unfortunately, alcohol has a vice grip on him and he just hasn't been able to make a clean escape. Neither have I.
So that's where we are now. My dear friend, Maid Marian, has been kind enough to let me live with her mother during our separation. Let's call her my Fairy Godmother. I live in her beautiful basement (it's majestic, even). I am surrounded by the best family and friends a princess could have. In the end, when all of the fairy dust settles, I know that I'll be okay. For now though, like sand through the hourglass, these are the days of my life. It's not the life I thought I would have, but it's time to take ownership of it.
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