Room after room…
Can I tell you a secret? This is just a misunderstanding. I never sleep well. Never have. Even on a cloud I’d toss and turn. It’s not my fault everyone misunderstood one night of bad sleep. I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t pretending to be something I’m not. My mother-in-law–well, okay so she wasn’t my mother-in-law at the time–took one little comment and blew it all out of proportion. She didn’t even know me, so who’s to blame really?
Can I help it that she carried away by a superstition? Of course I went along with her. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. You’d do the same thing, would you? I wasn’t raised in a barn after all. The hostess is always right. That’s how I was raised.
It’s totally unfair to be blamed for a simple misunderstanding. I shouldn’t be here because she had such high expectations. You try meeting such expectations. You might end up in here too.
I’ve learned my lesson though. When a fella’s mother decides from day one to put you through strange weird tests to prove your worth, she will never stop. Run away, girls. Run away.
All I wish for these days is one good night’s sleep. Don’t laugh. A good night sleep could’ve saved me a lifetime of trouble.
I thought about tagging these “stories” with the titles of the fairy tales they’re inspired by. But I wanted to see if anyone would could tell without me revealing the fairy tale directly. Well, those who know their fairy tales. Maybe knowing doesn’t matter.