Who's Afraid of the Big, Bad 'D'?
Our wedding day was bliss. Full of hope and love and shared dreams, as the fairy tales promised it would be. Most fairy tales stop there. But what would happen if we followed up three years down the line?Would Cinderella be suffering from 'alienation of affection'?
Would Snow White be barefoot, pregnant, hormonal, and wishing the the damn cottage had running water?
Would Sleeping Beauty be hooked on Xanex and Vicodin to handle the stress of each morning that she had to make herself roll out of bed?
Would Beauty and the Beast have become the Beast and the Beast when she suffered from post-partum depression?
What happens when the fairy godmother stops calling just to chat?
When the dwarves stop trying to comfort the inconsolable?
When the woodland creatures give up and return to the mundane forest just for some peace and quiet?
Who's afraid of the big, bad wolf?
But at least we have our beautiful memories...
That's supposed to console us?
Our wedding day was bliss...
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