Perhaps I fell into the "finding my prince" trap, although if you could see my ex, he is the farthest thing away from being a prince (I guess love is truly blind)! We are brought up with these ridiculous notions that love is grand, the world is a beautiful place, and that your prince will come along, sweep you off your feet, and you will live happily ever after... Wrong, he was a BIG toad, but I was determined to make him into a prince. One more mistake I made. A square never fits in a round hole!!! If he isn't what is right for you, stop making him the one, or ignoring the fact that he never will be...
So we rented our first place together after only knowing each other for a short while, love is a wondrous drug, which sometimes limits our rational thought! It was a bit of a dump, but it had what we needed, 2 bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, living room, dingy basement. The idea being that the second bedroom would be my "creating" room.
Beware the man who seemingly supports your endeavours (though secretly resents you for it). I saw the first part, blindly oblivious to the second. What one often "loves" about a person is often the thing that one "hates" the most in the end.
I think I wanted, and needed someone to complete me, someone to be the perfect idea that I had in my head, that I was determined that was how my life was going to happen - regardless of what was actually happening... and thus while trying to "create" my fairytale romance, his hooks kept getting deeper and deeper...
