‘What is your fairy tale ending?’

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We all know the story of Pinocchio & Jiminy Cricket, yeah?

Cool.

As someone who openly admits to being raised by a Narcissist Personality type, I identify very closely with this specific story.

During my childhood I was constantly bombarded with accusations that I had been untruthful, or possibly repeated something I had heard at home that I wasn’t suppose to repeat. As a kid, I was extremely unaware of social norms in socializing. Just like any kid I followed the example set by my parents.

Looks like a duck…
Sounds like a duck…
Smells like a duck…

Well shit son, that there IS a DUCK!

But what happens when your raised by one peaceful personality and one extremely destructive personality type?

If you’re lucky, you will come to a quick understanding that ‘OBSERVE DONT ABSORB’ is a rule of life. If not, you’ll spend your 20s and early 30s in dead end relationships, struggle to understand your personal identity and self worth. All while partaking is a potentially dangerous coping mechanism which will lead to health problems over the years., before this realization.

Your choice.

Speaking from personal experience, going with door two is a pretty shitty option. But, if your a stubborn lone-cub in what you view to be an endless situation with a parental figure… you probably feel compelled that there is no other choice. So, you get the fuck outta there.

All of the sudden, you’re 40. 💥

Middle aged, single, mother of 3. Broke & Living on a cot in my brothers living room, after moving across the US on a fucking prayer and fuel fumes. Working 116 hours every two weeks. Eating and doing laundry at work. Just hammered down, and morally convinced that you are incapable of being loved. Your social life revolves around those you work with because you don’t have time to sleep and see anyone else.

Yet, you’ve let your conscience be your guide thus far. Why not keep on doing what you’re doing?!

Then you’re at work one day helping prep Thanksgiving Lunches for an event… and a train wreck of a ‘chef’ asks you to make a dish. Naturally as a trained chef, I am going to ask if there is a specific way you’d like it prepared. NOT EVERY CHEF DOES THINGS THE SAME. To put it mildly, I didn’t agree with the instructions from the moment the words were headed in my direction. Judging the situation, I pretended to listen and went to the walk-in to look for the ingredients. I was told an ingredient was premade, but I had to go find it.

I had no idea my fairy tale ending was camouflaged behind some speed racks consequently where the work ‘therapy’ is. I walked in, turned to the right, heard the door click and started running my mouth. Next thing I know, “I don’t know who you are, but I’ll sit here and bullshit with you all day if you’d like” is coming out of this adorable strangers face, now standing half perched out of the speed racks. I felt embarrassed and awkward. So I introduced myself and exited the walk in, headed straight outside to hide my already blushed cheeks and make a feeble attempt at consuming oxygen.

Who is this stranger that put a stoic, stubborn, female combat vet chef clean off her game…

It was my Prince Charming. I had just hoped that this time it was actually mutual.

Clearly it was. I had to write my own fairy, in order to have the appropriate tale. Just as Jiminy Cricket said, “Let Your Conscience Be Your Guide.”

Six Months ago on the 26th but… happy walk-in day baby.

💜 I love you. 💜

Now I shall join you and our fur baby on the couch. That’s it for today darlings. Thanks for reading and a special thanks you to those 2 followers. You guys made my day! -🍋💋