I love the story of Cinderella. I always have. I guess I can relate to Cinderella. I was abused as a child and I liked being by myself with my nose in a book. And I spent a lot of time in a fairy tale of my own making, fantasizing about some Prince Charming coming to rescue me and whisk me away. It was a way for me to escape the pain. I knew I had found my Prince Charming when I stopped fantasizing about a better life. I realized I had a better life already and the fantasy was no longer needed. My husband has made such a difference in my life. I am indeed blessed. It is not always easy for me - or him. I am still on the healing journey. This means there are dark tunnels to go through from time to time. But my life is also filled with light and love and faith in God, my King. And the hope that living happily ever after is not impossible at all.