I sat down in the hallway as I thought about what had transpired in the last few days. I had gotten married to the man of people's dreams but not mine.
Growing up, I've always pictured myself as someone like Merida from Brave. She stood up to her mother even if she had to turn her into a bear to prove her point on not getting married to a man she barely knew or even marriage in general. But of course, I have nothing against my parents and definitely don't want to turn them into a bear or anything close to animals but I simply wished life wasn't this way.
Unfair and painstakingly hard to the poor, growing up I never really pictured myself as Cinderella who gets saved by prince charming from her wicked stepmother, I always wanted to be the saviour, you know bringing us to bring us out of t
