Remembering Us

"I blame the fairytales." I tell him sipping my margarita.
"The fairytales?" He asks me.
"Yes. The fairytales we're read as children. About the damsel in distress and the white knight on his obedient steed." Now he's looking at me like I'm nuts. Maybe I am. I haven't dated in so long.
"You don't believe in that?" He asks instead. Folding his hands on top of the table.
"I used too." I feel my eyes must up and blink.
"But your white knight was the dragon?" He asks leaning closer.
"That's a complicated answer." I muse downing my drink this time."

Jo used to believe in love. In marriage. In happiness. Somewhere along the way she lost it all though. Even herself. Realizing too late and rebuilding her life and her children's isn't easy and it's not without its sacrifice. At nearly 35 years old she's thrown back into the world that stopped existing to her for so long. Her ex had countless affairs and made her seem crazy. Finally leaving meant going into the unknown. And not without scars from her burnt past.