There was a girl.
The Girl meets a boy and they fall in love.
The boy and girl get married.
They have three beautiful children with the hopes of more to come.
The boy worked very hard to make a life.
The girl worked very hard at creating a home.
The girl did not have an Eating Disorder.
The Boy was not an alcoholic.
They watched their children grow into people.
They watched their children get married and have babies.
They grew to a ripe old age together.
Then their time came and they were ready because their life had been all that they had planned.
But that was not the way the story went....somewhere things went terriablly wrong, and now the girl is left alone.
His story was over way to soon.
The girl has to make a new story.
The girl now has to create a life.
Life is not a story or some fairytale.
Life is hard, and scary and uncertain.
Now this girl must create a new story.
Except this time it can not be a story.
It must be her life.
I am that girl, and now I must create a life not some fairytale.
This is my journey.
My journey of creating my life.
Things can not be perfect,things will never be the same, but there is still a life to live.
So this is the beginning of me creating a life, there is no longer the story I told myself...this is it...this is real...this is the beginning.