My Hero

Note:  I first wrote this give or take a week ago and delayed publishing it until I devolved some film of a picture that I felt was appropriate for this piece.  Also it should be noted that I wrote this after watching too many "Grey's Anatomy" episodes; so please excuse the particular tone due to this and the reference to the BBC comedy with the title.

There is this idea, or even stronger an idealized life plan thanks to fairy tales and Disney, that all little girls will grow up find the love of their lives, marry, then live happily ever after. Now if you please, take a moment to think of the fallacy of this;

All little girls will grow up find the love of their lives, marry, and live happily ever after.

Is there any truth in this?  Can any one say that, yes this is true and thats how it happened to me? For those who's parents are still together then there is really no point for you to read beyond this point, but for those who's parent aren't, what real life example do we have? Its would be a complete jump in logic to assume that this could happen to us. My mom left right after both my brother and I left home, in fact I was told this only a week before my 21st birthday, and although they have been divorced for year my mom is still contesting it.  I often wonder if they would have been together even that long if it hadn't been for my dad being away from home for work so often. Even my grandparent, every single one of them have been divorced and remarried. Growing up that was cool to have so many sets, but once I was old enough to release why that was so,  the nostalgia is bittersweet. 

I don't want happened to my parent to happen to me, I want to find the love of my life, marry, and live happily ever after. I really do, but what real life examples do I have to use as source material?  My brother and I were raised with the same examples and he is across the country with a kid who's mom wont let him even be alone with is own child. I haven't even been in a relationship little less a successful one.  I honestly don't know how to be in one.  Could it be that these issues are just my own personal insecurities? My brother is sleeping with anything with two legs and two X chromosomes; while I'm to scared to even let anything get to the point of intimacy. 

  

Are we simply products of our environment or is there a way to break the cycle?