Going on forty and lonely, she married a man who simply was available.
He wasn’t the prince charming she had always dreamed of, but he was financially stable and a kind and decent man.
As the years with him passed by, she felt she had settled, and her love for him had waned.
At times, she wondered if she divorced him, she’d have another chance of finding her prince charming.
But she feared being alone for the rest of her life, and she had gotten much older, her body and face less attractive.
So she remained unhappy in her lackluster marriage and found her prince charming vicariously by watching soap operas on TV.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Quomodo cogis comas tuas sic videri?
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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