the Life and Times of Miss Madison

A thought occurred to me that maybe I was going through a Princess Syndrome, but I looked it up and found it wasn't me. At least to my knowledge it's not. The reason why I thought that after my surgery, after having the tumor removed, I saw for two reason myself as a princess. 1) I had lost weight and was able to wear the dress I have always wanted to wear since I bought it. I looked good in it!  It made me feel beautiful. 2) In the support group I was in, the hospital was referred to the castle and those of us who had a hysterectomy considered themselves a princess. After my Hysterectomy, I was somewhat spoiled. Since I couldn't do much during my recovery, I was waited on. I didn't have to go shopping, I didn't have to do the dishes or any work. All I needed to do was rest and take it easy. But I knew it wouldn't last. I began desiring someone to take care of me and since I felt like a princess, I wanted a prince. No  not a real life prince like Prince Harry ...

If there was an "us", you would have more time for me as you did before. If there was an "us", you wouldn't hesitate to call me and you would call when you say you would. If there was  an "us", you would do everything in your power to come and see me instead of saying "In The Lord's Timing". Although we want the Lord;s timing, it wouldn't be a cover in saying why you can't come to see me. If there was an "us",  you would be here now, spending every moment with me. If there was an "Us,"  there would be no heartache and no tears, but joy and happiness, but.. There was no us. I was an option and not a priority. You kept the truth from me so you can have a girlfriend on the side. You cheated on your wife and lied to me. There was no us because as each day passed, our time together had become less and less. It was not as it used to be. I should have listened to the voice that told me the truth instead of thin...