Everything I thought I knew about myself was nothing more than a fabrication.
I had it all.
The perfect life.
The loving family.
The best friend.
The rock n roll boyfriend.
Until I didn't.

The fairytales I grew up with were lies. Like my ex best friend once said, fairytales are not real and there is no prince on a white horse coming to save you.

She was right.
I was naive to even think I deserved a happily ever after, until him.

Dark, tall, handsome and twice my age.
I knew nothing about him, but it seemed he knew everything about me.

Like I said, everything I knew about myself was nothing more than a fabrication and now I had resentment pumping through my blood.
Long gone was the old Connie, say hello to the new and improved.