Make a post using the prompt “Once upon a time.” It can be a real story or idea that you want to start that way, a fairy tale of your own, etc. (Remember this is TAILS so your post needs to start with “Once upon a time.”)
Once upon a time I was a person who had a rather positive outlook on life. Now do not get me wrong for the most part I still do. But there are some days when you can not help but feel crushed by what is going on. But there have been so many accounts in my almost 26 years on this earth that have made me start looking at the cup as not so much half full. The first of which would be the first woman my father let move into the home we shared as a teen. She didn’t like me, she did not like that I was close with my father. She called me every name in the book, and than some. My least favorite had to have been whore, considering I was still a virgin (and continued to be so until age 21 thank you). As soon as I was able I moved away down to a farm where for sometime I managed an 80 horse farm. I did all the work myself. The husband was too ill to help, and the wife was a lazy one. No matter. I enjoyed the work. Than the husband died. Bless him, I did really enjoy sitting and talking with him. The wife began using drugs and abusing me. Than the final straw came, she stopped purchasing feed for the horses. I packed up my things, called the ASPCA and left. We also ended up having to have the cops come out to watch as I left. She was arrested just a few weeks later walking…naked down the freeway strung out. Several months after that all of the horses were confiscated from her and charges filed. In a TV interview she blamed me (of course) but the ASPCA said there was no evidence at all that I did anything wrong. I was never paid for my position on the farm (I did get a room to stay in) and I held an outside job as well. But I always did my work.
So for some time my cup was fine. I did what I could I worked, I had an apartment I had friends. You know the usual life of things. My father met another woman. She seemed nice. Well things are not always as they seem. In the course of events since this woman came into our lives she has single handedly alienated every part of my father’s family from him. She essentially stole a horse I bought, trained, and cared for my father. Than proceeded to have it sold, and kept the profit. She has called me names. She has told my family what a horrible person I am. She doesn’t work. And with the small limited income my father makes she has purchased 4 or 5 horses (I loose track as I am not longer privy to talking to my dad) and I think upward of 7 cats. They for the record live in a mobile park that does not allow animals. I have spoken to my father 1 time in almost 2 years. My sister no longer speaks to him. I have called, left messages, written. I never hear anything back. My grandmother is paying for the back child support my father still owes. I am almost 26 and my sister will be 22. Sound bad? It is. Now the woman can not be all to blame, for it is my father who allows her to do as she does. So he is to blame as well. If he ever reads this, all I can say is that I hope it was worth it.
The final nail in my cup half full theory was Cancer. I got it. I hate it I am dealing with it. I have had other issues that have gone on, betrayal and cyber stalking by a previous best friend. Who hath decided to flip the script and call herself Caesar. No one who knows what happened believes her. Nor when they see the documentation I have to dispute her claims. But still.
So yes once upon a time I looked at the world in a positive light. Ah but dear reader don’t think I wallow in pity every day. I don’t. I do know good things happen. I do have a wonderful husband. I have a creative outlet, I have beautiful pets. A Mother who loves me and is trying her best to help us through this hard time. I do have love. I do have friends. I do have things that stimulate my mind (ah blessed books). So maybe just maybe my story is not a once upon a time. Maybe it was just once I looked at the world with rosy colored glasses. But while those rose colors are gone. I still like to try to think the best of people.
….and I truly hope that the rose colors return for you one day.
My “Once Upon a Time” is more a ‘fairy [and gnome] tale….come by and smile a little if you can find time.
A half empty glass is better than an empty one, right? I think yours is not empty because despite all you’ve been through you still see the good in life.
I wish you healing, then happiness from here and beyond.
I’m glad you could play this week. 🙂
That sounds more like a nightmare then a fairy tale..
I hope that things get better for you sweety (((HUGS)))
I wish you all the best.