To Be treated as a Queen

*Prologue*

Ever since I was little I always pictured my life to be perfect and happy. The plan was what every girl wanted and outlined in no major details.

Step 1: Find the perfect man of my dreams

Step 2: marry the guy

Step 3: Have kids

Step 4: grow old and die happy with the love of my life

Simple right? Ha-ha....yeah, right.

When you're little you don't learn that each step is just one main heading with numerous details trailing underneath it. You don’t expect the hard reality behind growing up or dealing with problems.

Don’t get me wrong most parent do try their best to protect us from these this, but eventually they knew we wouldn’t be able to  receive futher help from them, so least to say they try

If only we were better prepared

....ahhhh what a thought. 

Well still what would you expect?

With all things in my childhood plan, number one in my plan seemed to be the hardest.

Yes, I am still  young, but I am also old enough for searching, and finding Mr. Right.

Never thought it would be such a journey though.

When I brought a guy home who I thought I was my" knight in shining armor", he might as well have been a druggie wrapped in greasy tin foil.

I will admit the guys I’ve been with have been rather crappy boyfriends. As sad as it is to admit it most guys it was  the whole,"I don’t really like you, but I'll date you anyway" scenario.

Pathetic, I know.

I didn’t know what I wanted in a guy or what I should have expect, that was the most likely reason I brought home mostly decent guys but one, one just didn’t know how to treat a women. The guy of all my courtships, he was the reason, and still is the reason, I am so picky about how a guy should treat his women.

Our story?

Hmmm....

We'll I was naive enough to think he really loved me. Now the cussing and the bruises, or the cuts that now leave there permanent marks on me...

At the time I thought things would get better as we progressed, and we tried to work through it. The day I came home with a bruised face, and a possible broken wrist....

That’s when my father found out, that’s when we broke ties with this guy, who I thought I loved and considered Mr. Wonderful.

More than sad I know. 

That guy, the experience,  has taught me what NOT to expect in a man. From now on the number one bullet under finding my perfect guy,is that he will treat as a beloved queen.

Royalty.

Would never want to harm me in anyway would respect me, my thoughts, my body. Would do anything just to see my smile. The guy who would take his life for mine with no second thought of regret. Who would love me so much it hurt, I wanted to share that magical bond with a man who would love me just as much as I loved and cared for him.

Where did I expect it?

Not Here, ha-ha.