Angels & Demons
Monroe
When I was a little girl, my mother used to read me story books. They would start with the ever so popular "Once upon a time" and end with "happily ever after". And I thought for sure, that's how my story would be told. I would start with once upon a time and the clique predictable ending would make me happy. But that's not what I want anymore.
Once upon a time, the Goddess of Love and the God of Lust got together one special night. The product, my mother, Blake, the Goddess of Perfectionism, Queen of Olympus. When my mom was around my age now, her and her beautiful sister Rylie were sent to this summer camp, Calf Half-Blood. A place for demigods, creatures, and godlings alike.
That day, she met the love of her life: my dad Michael, God of War, King of Olympus. According to their version of the story, she fell into his strong arms and he placed his lips on hers, making this my mom's first kiss. Whatever magic happened that day, lasted like 3 years. Then they decided it would be a great idea to have unprotected sex the night before their anniversary.
Now like all fairy-tales go, I think you can predict what happened next. 9 months later, Olympus was graced with the birth of its unofficial princess. That would be me, Monroe Rylan Grace Goddess of Something, Princess of Olympus.
After what I like to brag was the happiest moment of their lives happened, my dad decided to out-do my birth in true Son of Nike fashion. What I'm saying is he got down on one knee and pulled out a glittery diamond and asked my mom to marry him. Spoiler alert, she said yes.
And that is my mom's fairy tale. I wish I could tell you she had this super hard life, with many struggles and in the end she ends up heroic. But really, my mom just fell in love and was happily ever after. No heartbreak, no heartache. Just a picture perfect relationship. Even her teenage pregnancy thing ended up all right; she got me and a wedding out of it.
My mom got to live the teenage dream. Literally. And her fairy-tale ending says it all. My mom and dad were the lucky ones.
But surprise surprise, not everyone gets that dream. Not everyone wants that dream. I mean I'm still waiting for the perfect prince to come and all; I just don't want it to be that simple. This wish will bite me in the ass later. Probably. I don't care.
I just want a more dramatic love life. I want it interesting. I want to be in my bed 3 am crying over a guy eating chocolate, and for him to throw rocks at my window and apologize and then cheat on me again. I want to be stupid and forgive that guy, I want to believe he will change and then he won't. I want to fall in love the hard way.
I still want my happily ever after, I just want to work for it. I want to want it. I want my love story to be one for the textbooks.
Everyone's got demons inside. I'm just lucky I'm an angel.
