I was a damsel in distress, awaiting true love to dispel the mysterious and incomprehensible curse that plagued me. Happy endings were unheard of for crazy girls like me. I’m more the dragon than the princess. The character flaws I had to overcome to know love appeared insurmountable, and love seemed fickle and unfair. My first grand effort, and it was grand, yielded the cold, hard steel of a sword piercing my heart. My best shot landed me devastated and destitute, full of fiery rage. 

Still, I believed in happily ever after.

I chased the idea of a white knight like I chased my first high, and the tenacity that nearly kills me drinking pays off. Our attraction is immediate and powerful, but is our love great enough to defy all odds? He’s also an addict, which makes happily ever after even more elusive. There is little chance that either of us will achieve lasting sobriety. The odds that we both will are astronomical. And for us to stay together in sobriety, as changed people with much to forgive, would be all the more phenomenal. 

Root for us. If we can live happily ever after, you can, too.