2011/03/21

Long Ago in a Kingdom Far Far Away...

There lived a slightly butch brunette princess with a sparkle in her eye and a spring in her step. she got to do lots of things she loved. running, sleeping, scrapbooking, sewing, going to the park, playing in the yard, reading, going to school, and cooking.
then one day a new queen came to her kingdom. She was an evil queen. the princess tired to make her happy but nothing would please the queen. nothing except the princess's tears. she would smile in pleasure as the tears streamed down the poor princess's face. soon, she banished the princess to the kitchen. the princess would make all kinds of treats for the queen in an effort to please her, but nothing was good enough. enraged by the awful food the queen would eat it just to throw it up so she could smile as the princess washed the floors with her tears.
This went on for years. the queen came up with new ways to torment the poor princess who wanted nothing but the queen's approval. eventually the princess had a new list of things she did, though she did not love them. they were more of a list of things she DID NOT do before. before the queen.
she did not beg for someone to eat
she did not forget the last time she showered
she did not run out of food because she forgot to buy any
she did not cry in the shower
she did not cry in public
she did not cry in her closet while eating the candy she hid there
she did not have candy hidden in her closet
she did not own a throw up cleaning machine (carpet cleaner)
she did not stay inside for days or weeks at a time
The queen delighted in adding to her "did not" list. each item brought more sadness to the princess while the queen felt greater satisfaction in her success. as time wore on the princess's sparkle began to fade. her spring became a limp. yet the torment continued. nothing would satisfy the queen. she needed more tears.
readers love happy stories. well, this is the wrong fairytale for you. the queen wins. always . you might think you see the light at the end of the tunnel. it's just her. coming to laugh at your tears.

9 comments:

Terra said...

That was an awesome story....in a way that makes me want to hug you:)
*air hug*
I also kinda want to illistrate it and make it into a book for you...

I wish I could do something to help but I can't think of anything that would help from way over here in WA.

Poor little princess.

Matthew said...

I could send you queen-shaped dolls and you could set fire to them. Would that help?

Mindy Jo said...

We've gotta figure out a way to outsmart the beautiful and brilliant Queen E!
Get in your car!
Come see me!
You know where I live!
I will distract her awhile!
Love you,
MJ
xoxo

Josh said...

that's dark

Bonnie said...

Very, dark indeed. You need help, and I don't just mean cleaning up the vomit!

Elisabeth said...

Meghan, I don't know how in the world you handle things. I feel like my boys wear me right out, I couldn't imagine the complications you deal with on top of it all.

I hope things get much better and the Queen becomes less demanding so you can get back to the 'sanity' things!

Air hugs from here as well,
Lissa

Brittany H. said...

What a sad story--I definitely felt the weight the princess carries while I read it. I "read" a story like that earlier in the week, except my story is more about a disgruntled poker player who gets so upset over the poor hand she was dealt--but since she really has no energy for anger, she just slouches lower in her seat and tries to ignore the great cards being played by those sitting next to her... I hope you get some sparkly back soon, Megan!

Chernobyl said...

Oh honey you need support from people who know what you are going through. Are you a part of any Charge support groups, forums, or whatever?

Megan said...

yeah but sometimes that makes it worse.