Princess Dreams

I suppose it's easy to pretend that you're someone you're not. In essence people do it all the time. The version of yourself that you display at work is not the same version you display at home.

In my childhood, I often dreamt of being a princess. Some may say that is just the typical dream of any little girl dreams of. But mine were my way of escaping the hardships that my father put me through.

From the time I was little I was mentally and emotionally abused by my father. My parents divorced when I was 4 but I still had to spend time with him on weekends. Whatever I did or didn't do was never enough for him. It got to the point that as an 8 year old I would dread going to his house. I would flinch when someone called my name. And burst into tears at any point.

It didn't help that I was bullied constantly in elementary school. My life was a living hell when I was at school. I was safe when I was at home with my Mom and Grandparents but any where else was hell for me.

So I made up this amazing little story. One day I would meet a prince often one who looked like Prince William. And later on he became Matthew Macfadyen. He would fall in love with me right away and sweep me off my feet offering me his hand and heart and every other possession he had. Promising that he would never hurt me physically (like the bullies did) or emotionally (like my father did) That dream saved me more times then I can count.

Don't ever tell a little kid that their daydreams are stupid or idiotic. Because that day dream may just be saving that child's life.