You know when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be — white dress, prince charming who’d carry you away to a castle on a hill. You’d lie in your bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa clause, the tooth fairy, prince charming — they were so close you could taste them. But eventually you grow up and one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is, it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely because almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope and faith that one day they would open their eyes and it would all come true.
 - Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy 1x08: Save Me)


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My father use to tell me, to love a man who treats you like a princess, a man that’s loyal, loving, trustworthy, a man that lives and loves for you. I always took that advice to heart, and as I was a little girl I looked up to my parents, I thought they had a fairytale romance. I thought that they never had any bruises or bumps in the road. I thought I wanted what they had, because I thought it was beautiful. I thought.

You know, when you’re young your parents hide things from you, they say they were “protecting you.” Protecting me from what, not being hurt, I guess? I mean, why not get the hurt over with, instead of waiting until I’m old enough to understand. Then the hurt will just constantly haunt the back of my heart. I was seventeen when I first found out my father had cheated on my mother.

For a moment, there was an ounce of hate inside my soul for him, an aching, a question of why? I couldn’t understand. She told me, “it was the past, in the beginning years of our marriage. Don’t hate him.” I don’t hate him, I don’t. I just, I don’t know if I can forgive and forget. There’s a part of me that questions the loyalty of all men now you see, if my father, the one man I look up to, the superhero of my life, did that to my mother… Then, any guy could do it to me.

I have constantly asked myself, “does monogamy exist?” It’s a question the man I love, the man I marry, must answer for me. My answer for him, will be yes, yes it does. My answer will be shown in the love I have for him, and only him. I am just terrified, one day I will find the answer of no in the late night phone calls to a strange number, or in the nights he “works late.” I am scared I have been damaged by my parent’s past.

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