He felt sick to his stomach... he wanted to throw up... but they wouldn't give him a reprieve.

"OK Elliot, I'm going now. But I'll be back tomorrow."

He didn't acknowledge the psychiatrist, just kept following the nurse leading him down the long hallway.

So this was it ... the end of his world as he once knew it...

You know how all the fairytales go-or at least how the endings go-Prince Charming whisks his new bride away on a great white stallion.

Yeah-that's what we all want to believe.

In fairytales.

And we think, as almost all little girls do, that our father's are Prince Charming on great white stallions ... and whom can do no wrong ... who are perfect in our eyes.

But we grow up and realize that the person we thought could fix everything and anything is really a human being, not just our daddy.

When we realize that it's like a little part of us peels away and the harsh reality of imperfect mortality invades. My dad used to be perfect in my eyes, he was my knight in shining armor who could mend my heart if a boy broke it or who could patch up my knee when I skidded across the pavement from a bike fall.

Daddy was everything to me ... and he was the man Mom loved so unconditionally and who made our family complete.

Now I understand what it is to experience that pain of growing out of childhood.

It's not a pain anyone can make go away with a magic wand, but it is one that eases with time and life lessons.

People we've grown close to and trust help, but ultimately it is on our part to take responsibility and figure out a way to navigate whatever this is.

The last few months and days have taught me how imperfect my family is, how flawed my dad is, but how strong he's going to become from taking this step for himself ... and us. And I know I'm not alone in the aftermath of all this, which makes the pain just a little less.

But now I have to deal with this world that has ended...

This world that has ended with my dad needs to be handled, but also the world for me, the world that has been stomped on and bruised.

"Ready?"

I shook my head, "But as long as your with me I am."

Liv grinned at me sadly, as if she knew what I was thinking. Taking her hand we met the doctor and the counselor at the office door.

I closed my eyes for a moment and stopped... Good-bye to fairytales...

END

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