i bet you wanted to be a princess
about 2 years ago (give or take), I was driving down the road with my ex-husband just talking about child hood dreams and things of that nature. all of a sudden he looks at me and says:
i bet you wanted to be a pretty princess when you were a little girl.
it was such a simple statement. and i started bawling. he was so bewildered. he thought he’d hurt my feelings. really what happened was that he had touched on a nerve that was neglected and raw. i said:
yeah, i always pretended that i was a princess and my mom was a queen and that she only had to leave to go rule some faraway land. i always dreamed that someday she’d send somebody to come get me and i’d live happily ever after soaking up her time and attention.
i had a hard time figuring out how to write this post. what is the point of telling this story?
throughout my life i’ve built fences and walls around my emotions so that nobody could see or get at the real me and so that i wouldn’t have to deal with the little hurts (or the big hurts). i keep myself distant from others so that i won’t have to “owe” anybody anything and i always try to keep things even. i have a hard time accepting gifts and letting anybody spoil me is almost out of the question.
moving away from everything i’m used to has been such a healing experience. my best friend probably thinks i’m the biggest cry baby ever. it seems like we start every day with a sob session. yeck! but i feel lighter. all these things are bubbling to the surface and i’m releasing them. learning to express my emotions and letting others do for me simply because they want to is still a tough one but i’m getting there. and there are plenty of people i wish i could have met after the healing process truly begun.
what am i trying to say?
those of us who look tough just want to feel valued, respected and loved. sometimes it just takes time to peel back the layers of callouses that have built up.
it’s ok to let go, love yourself, experience emotions and heal. and if you’re worried about showing it, listen to your favorite “pick me up off my face” album and bawl your eyes out :)

