I grew up believing in fairy tales. The ones with princesses and witches, goblins and goats, werewolves and vampires, and unicorns and dementors. No matter what happened, ‘Good’ always won, always got the ‘Happily Ever After.’
The boy vanquished the evil wizard, the vampire slayer got their revenge, the goats made it across the bridge, and Prince Charming rescued the Damsel in Distress.
But here I am, a living, breathing damsel in distress with no Prince Charming to speak of. Good thing I stopped believing in fairy tales five years ago. Real life taught this damsel a lesson.