In May of 1991 a man pursued me. He was strong, and blonde, with blue, blue eyes and he pursued me. He leaned close to me. He kissed me. I felt powerful when I was around him. We were both tall and blonde and strong. We were both smart and funny. We towered over the others. We wanted each other.
Finally, I thought, a man who sees my value. He doesn't care if I am beautiful but I am beautiful when I am with him. He cares if I am smart, and I am smart. He and I will make a team. We will care for each other and when the world is cruel we will shelter each other. We will have each other's backs. We will protect each other. We will build an empire even if it is a small empire.
We will be the world to each other.
What a crock of shit.
I didn't even know I believed in fairy tales.
So now, over 19 years later, this same man is pursuing me again. He is in counseling for his addiction. He goes to support groups. He listens. He calls. He tells me he loves me. He accepts responsibility for his actions. He reads books on sex addiction. He put a blocking software on his computer and he let me set the password.
So why should I believe in him now?
Is this another of my fairy tales?
Is this just another crock of shit?
