My husband is not my Prince Charming. Never has been. Never will be. I’ll never be like Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, or Snow White. It’s not the type of relationship we have. So why are we married? Well, I never wanted a Prince Charming husband, someone that sweeps me off of my feet and “rescues me.” I want, a partner, someone who shares in my passion and works alongside me rather than in front of me. Thankfully, Darren is not my Prince Charming.
Prince Charming is someone who comes to the rescue of the damsel in distress and stereotypically must engage in a quest to liberate her from an evil spell. Does that sound like the role of a man or woman in this century? It certainly wasn’t my situation when I met Darren. I was independent, driven, passionate about life and adventure. I worked as a high school English teacher, traveled regularly (often on my own), and experienced life to the fullest. I didn’t need someone to rescue me; someone to wipe the dirt or bird poop off of my face… maybe. (True story about the bird poop. Now, that’s my version of Prince Charming.)
As our relationship flourished, we moved even further away from Prince Charming and Cinderella. We jumped at the chance to participate in extreme adventures together and I began my blogging journey, forging my own path as an independent person. We became equal partners in life and divided the roles based on likes and dislikes rather than gender expectations.
We have careers and independent directions that happily weave in the middle and compliment each other. Happily ever after isn’t a fairy tale filled with princesses and princesses. It’s a choice; a partnership; a lifelong commitment.