Not so perfect life.
Chapter 1
You would think that finding out that you're a princess would have made life so incredible. Finding your true love at fifteen would have had brought some comfort because you would have a partner to spend your time with, plan adventures with, simply enjoy life with.
Not so much the case.
In the beginning, I lived in Paris, France. By looking at my family you would think that we have everything. A nice house, two great parents, enough money to be comfortable, but definitely not rich.
Our house is a house of glass. If struck by the right force, it would come crumbling down.
My father was that force.
Actually he was a force of nature. A man that wanted to have a respectable family. Who prided himself on looking good and looking like a great family man. In reality, he was a drunk. A man who degraded and berated his wife and children to no end.
When I was ten, my brother, Sammy, then three, I remember my father beating my mother senseless, because she forgot to buy the right kind of ham for a dinner party, he was hosting and only told my mother about the day before.
"You are an absolute idiot!" he said.
"Shh… the kids are upstairs they can hear you", she said.
"I don't care if they hear me. I want them to know what a waste their mother is."
"Please, please keep your voice down"
Yep that was my mother. Always trying to protect us from him. No one was really protecting her though. That night she good a beating. Though on her beautiful face you would not find a trace of what happened. My father of course wanted it that way so that no one would know. What he did to her, to us.
I truly loved and respected her but wished that she had had the courage to leave.
"Leave mom, please leave him. Why, why won't you leave" I said.
She replied, " I cant leave, I have to think about you kids, I have to think about your future."
"I don't care if we live under a bridge. It will just be me, you and Sammy. We can do it mom, I know we can!"
This seemed like the never ending argument between my mom and me. She always said that she stayed because of us. And that argument, though it was meant to make me feel better, actually always made me feel worse. That I was the reasoning that she was getting hurt. That I could not protect her. In reality, I was a coward. Afraid of my father. Afraid of what he might do to me. I was so ashamed of this. Ashamed that I could not protect her and ashamed that I could not fight back because I was scared.
Our rescue came in the form of my dad dying.
He died on his mistress, while sleeping with her.
I laugh at this. He couldnt find the time to love his family, but he can sure find the time to love other women and treat them better than his own wife and children.
Chapter two