There is a picture...

that sits on the desk, in a silver frame with elegant curves and painted flowers, and the whole thing's covered in dust...
What does that say about the girl in the picture?
What does that say about the girl's husband, who sits at the desk all day?

I'm feeling a sort of reality check here...
Not every relationship is 'happily ever after,' even with a ring on your finger...
And not every prince is 'tall, dark and handsome' or 'dashing, debonair and charming'...
Course that doesn't mean I don't still want it...
It's just saying I'm smart not to get married at eighteen, or twenty-one, twenty-two, because clearly, these relationships are all going down the drain...

Maybe I need better married friends...

Or maybe not, it's good to see the other side.

Think I'm going to dust off the picture now...