Happily
Ever After
There was a time when I believed
love would save me. When the man in
front of me was my 'it'. I thought we were the lucky ones. The ones who'd found
true love.
Too bad my Prince Charming was
absent from fairytale class the day they covered 'happily ever after'.
"Honey. Babe, I can explain."
The man who'd promised to love, honor, and cherish me tried to scoot away, but
my foot resting on his prized possession made it difficult.
"No, Babe. You don't need to explain.
In fact, the only thing you need to do is sign the divorce papers. I forgave
your first indiscretion. Against my better judgment I forgave your second too.
Looks like third time's a charm--or is it three strikes and you're out?"
"Come on, Babe. You don't
really mean that. It won't happen again, I swear!" His voice rose an octave
on the last word when I shifted the spike heel of my new shiny black leather
boots.
"You're right, Jason. It won't
happen again. Sign the papers, and I might just let you keep your
friends."
His throat worked furiously, and I
smiled.
"Alright. Alright. I'll do
it... just get that torture device away from me!"
I ignored his demand to remove my
foot and handed him the pen and papers. When his signature was affixed to each
page I stepped away.
A smile tugged at my lips. It was
time my story had a better ending.
"What happens now?" he
asked eying me wearily.
"What happens at the end of all
fairytales," I said as I walked to the door. "She lived happily ever
after."
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