Originally Posted by LeftWriteFemme
Well, yet again,
you have struck at the heart
of just what I need to hear.
I think I have spent my whole life
looking at the fairy tales about true love
and believing whole-heartedly...
First, as a little girl who was adopted at birth,
I would sit next to the road daydreaming that
my real mother and father
(a queen and king, of course
or possibly famous film stars?)
would be driving up any time in their limosine
to take me back where I belonged,
I was adopted out after being kidnapped from them.
Then as a teenager/young woman,
looking for Prince Charming,
kissing a lot of toads along the way.
in my older and supposedly wiser years,
responding to a more modern fairy tale,
I became Ruth,
searching for my Idgie.
I suppose that an addiction to true,
romantic love will always be my burden,
for I haven't found a treatment program for that yet,
nor a 12-step program.
But I am slowly learning that my Higher Power
must lead me first and foremost,
and that once I begin to love myself,
I will be able to find what I need from another.
I will hold onto that whisker of optimism today...
Maybe I will have the wherewithal to find enough optimism
by the end of the week to make an entire mustache,
thin though it may be?