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My Own Prince Charming

by Lisa Fisk
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My Own Prince Charming

I have two great loves in my life, I think. There is the man I married and with whom I share the suburban dream. You know the one:  2.3 kids, house, picket fence, dinner by six every night. The man I married loves me more than I have ever thought of loving him. He does anything and everything in his powers to bring me what happiness he can, but it isn’t enough, we both know it but never talk about it.

Then there is the love of my life. We have limited time together, but when we are alone together I know that I love him far more than he loves me. He has the most perfect smile, it lights up his entire face and you can see joy coming out of every part of his body. People have no problem telling when I have had quality time with “him”, but it is hard to get to be alone with him and, when we are, it is stolen time. The kind of time where there are whispers of promises in the dark, sighs and soft touching.

How did I get here? Who is to blame? I blame it all on Walt Disney and the Brothers Grimm; they are both responsible for the state of my marriage. Ok, I know I really can’t blame them for it, but my marriage feels so empty of what every little girl dreams about. We all know the dream, the one of the unattainable Prince Charming, the one true love of my life.

For generations, stories told little girls that Prince Charming was equivalent to Calgon ( the ad where the woman is having a bad day – kids screaming, phone ringing, dinner burning and she goes into the bathroom and moans, “Calgon, take me away”). Prince Charming would sweep us, and all of our troubles, away. Likely story, or is it more the un-likely story? Anyway, I was raised to believe that someday my prince would come. I spent years waiting for my own someday; it never came.

From the time I was old enough to date right up until I got married, I was desperate for the whole Prince Charming thing to happen. I bargained with and pestered and whined to the God about it non-stop. The fact that I wasn’t hit by lightening was a miracle and the fact that nothing caused my mouth to be forever sealed with Duct Tape, a miracle worthy of note by the Vatican. Guess God had other things on his mind.

According to the stories, the good girl pretty much lived her life and then one day Prince Charming showed up at the door and changed her life.

I wanted the Disney version of Prince Charming, all of it. We all know the one: dark hair, brown eyes, strong shoulders, big chest, small waist; oh yeah he has his own thundering steed. There is no forgetting the whole taking care of damsels in distress, having eyes only for me, being protective of me and loving me to a fault. For years and years, this was what I pleaded and prayed for. Sure I dated and had some minor relationships, but no one ever pounded on my door announcing he was Prince Charming.

He never showed up, I was cranky, disillusioned and miffed; I thought I was getting old, so I settled. Husband number one was definitely not Prince Charming, oh sure he looked that way to me initially, but something about his cheating made it difficult for me to stay. There was something about a lack of love and infidelity that sort of killed the whole Prince Charming thing for me. I still held out hope as I rebuilt my life, but THE DREAM sort of just died.

After I licked my wounds, I realized the fairy tale was just that. I didn’t think I would ever believe in it again. I mean, I struck out the first time and didn’t have any faith in a second shot at my one and only prince.

Later on, I found a nice guy, he loved me but he didn’t set my heart on fire. He was safe. He didn’t look at me with a passion that I knew was rocking his world. He looked at me like I was his favorite pair of shoes – old, broken in and comfortable. Initially I looked at him like he could be the one but really, he became my comfy, old shoes. He didn’t cheat and he loved me the best way he could but he never got one-hundred percent of my heart. I think he knew but we never talked about it.

One day, my someday actually came.  Across a field, I saw him. He was with a family, three small girls and a woman. They showered hugs and kisses on him and he seemed to return their affection. I could tell though that he wasn’t really happy, the smile didn’t really reach his eyes. The family left and he remained in the field and soon he was looking at me.

God, that look, it said, “I am worth the effort. It may not seem like it now, but I am so worth it.”

I found myself drawn to him, I crossed the parking lot and went to the field. I hadn’t realized there was a cyclone fence that would separate us. I got close to the fence and he approached from his side.

I was mesmerized, those beautiful brown eyes, that gorgeous smile, that chest. I just wanted to touch him and have him look me in the eyes, forever if possible.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, all looking but no touching or talking. After a while, it could have been five minutes or five hours, I don’t know, I just couldn’t take it any longer and so I left. I whispered my goodbye and hoped I would be able to see him again. I knew I couldn’t have a life with him, but to know he existed might be enough.

I became a woman obsessed. I couldn’t help myself. Almost every day for a week I found myself going to that field to see if he was there. I was so lucky, he was. Each time we saw each other, I thought I could see further into his soul. Each smile he gave me, I knew was just for me. I had no idea I could ever feel this way, maybe old Walt wasn’t wrong. Maybe there is a Prince Charming out there for every girl.

The third or fourth day, a woman joined me at the fence line. She took us both in and said to me, “You do know he is available, right?”

How could that be possible? Such a beauty not already attached to someone else.

“No really,” she said, “he looks for you every day. I think you could be really good for each other.”

“Since you know him so well,” I started, “why isn’t he with you?”

She looked at the ground and said, “I’m married and my husband wouldn’t understand.”

I had a lot to think about. How would I ever explain this to my husband or the kids? How do you say to the man you are married to, “I fell in love and I want to be with him?” How do you tell your husband, “Sorry pal, you just aren’t enough for me?”

I decided to see how I felt if I didn’t see him for just one day. I forced myself not to go to the field. I drove myself crazy not going there, not looking for him. My heart clenched that the next day he would be gone, that I might be too late, that I might have missed my chance at happiness.

Every year I make a list every year of what I “resolve” to do in the new year, then I promptly don’t do it. This year was going to be different. My resolution to myself is to find happiness and find the love that I have been aching for.

The next day, I found myself at the fence as soon as I could get there. There was no way I was going to be denied him again, even if it was just to see him smile.

The woman joined me, just like before. She turned to me and said, “He waited all day for you yesterday. I think it broke his heart that you didn’t come. Have you made a decision about what you want to do?”

I quietly said, “Yes. I’m just going to do it.  My husband will just have to deal with it when he comes home. I hope I am doing the right thing, for both of us. For all of us really.”

She said, “I know it is. You look like you’re made to be together. He is so different when you’re around. You are the only one that he isn’t cold or aloof with, I know he knows it. Make yourselves happy. Don’t worry about the rest of the world. Come inside with me and we can talk about it some more.”

I followed her to a small office building next to the field. We talked. I told her things about myself I had never said out loud to anyone. She wrote some things down. She doodled on some papers which she later slipped to me.

I made my decision. I made promises to her, to him, and to myself. My life was going to be different from now on, I just knew it would.

Before I left, I asked about his name. She said, “No really, it is his name. He does live up to it, don’t you think?”

Stupidly, I smiled and nodded.

We headed to the field and I went in for the first time. I was tentative at first, he had been snoozing under a tree and I hadn’t wanted to bother him.

I started out slowly and said, “Hey, you. How’s it going?”

He rose, shaking his head. Then instantly he came straight to me, into my open arms. There were no other words, we just held each other and smiled like idiots.

Eventually we got into the car and headed to my home. I asked him to stay where he was, I opened his door and let him out.

I knew there would be no trial period. I knew there was no going back. I knew this was the love that changed my life. I knew my husband would have no choice but to share my love with another.

A few days later, I was sitting on the front stoop, his head was in my lap. I was running my hands over his body and didn’t care who was watching or what the neighbors might say. I was content and so was he.

Burt came to the door and said, “Jessica, I know you hate to walk the dog but he needs some exercise. Do you mind? He doesn’t walk on a leash for me nearly as well as he does for you.”

I sighed and told him I would. I gently removed the head from my lap and asked him to wait. I went inside for a couple of minutes.

I opened the closet door and retrieved the leash. I went back to the stoop and snapped the leash on Prince’s collar. We started our daily walk.

Who would have thought a dog would be my one and only Prince Charming? I mean my Prince was protective of all things female, my daughters and especially me.  He only had eyes for me. He let me cry into his fur.  He was my silent partner in almost all things. We knew things about each other without ever the need for speech.

From the beginning, I told my daughters what I thought was the truth about being careful in the search for a Prince Charming type. I told them the illusive fairy tale type didn’t exist. I was wrong; I had my Prince Charming and he was literally everything I had ever asked for.

In the beginning I wrote a list of the things I had whined and pleaded for in the ideal mate.

Lots of dark hair (to run my fingers through) – check

Beautiful and sincere smile – check

Broad shoulder that was willing to take on my tears when necessary – check

Easy on the eyes - check

Not once on my list did I tell anyone or anything SPECIFICALLY that Prince Charming was to be:

Human

Marriageable

Male

I guess, I got specifically what I asked for and, probably ultimately, what and who I wanted.
 

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