A chapter from a book I’m currently “working on”, translated…
Being hovered over, looked after like a princess, is surely, the addendum of every woman who believes in the existence of love, in the relationship, and between the relationships, being treated like a short-term princess by the men, this, is usually the BIGGEST factor for any woman to fall into another love affair again, as everybody wanted to be hovered over, placed high up on that pedestal, as if, becoming the only woman in the world.
But, most of the times, the princess is spoiled AND easily broken, the stubbornness that persisted from time to time, and her demands nonstop, the need of walk on a path, paved with rose petals………in the beginning stages of love, the men who symbolized the knights in shiny armors will fulfill the ladies’ wishes, and even put up with the emotional ups and down that the “princess” may have, and naturally, the men’s putting up with the ladies’ requests would seem to be effortless and interesting, and, it’s all because of love, of course! The passions from the beginning stages of love can be used as an excuse for outrageous things.
How long did we NOT act like princesses? With the coming of age, do we still need to play the role of a “princess” in every single relationship we’re in?
Ladies in their teens and twenties, before Valentine’s Day, would carry those bouquets, then, take the arms of their knights in shiny armors, as the two of them strolled down the streets, I’m sure, that everybody’s seen that scene; and the ladies in their teens and twenties, who’d turned their heads away with tears falling from their faces, because their boyfriends weren’t considerate enough, we’d all seen it too, hadn’t we? So young! Surely, that, would be a great excuse, for acting out couple of the segments of the romance genre, plus, they still have the energy to torture one another for fun, this sort of love, as a woman marches into her thirties, or after they’d gotten up into their forties, is it, fitting, for them, to fall in this sort of a princess kind of love?
C is a good looking man, in his twenties, he’d had a TON of girlfriends, lived on like the king of the world, but, with the coming of his age, C’s personality started changing, maybe, it’s because he’d had too much fun he’d gotten bored; or maybe, it’s how his body was settling down now, that he couldn’t stay up all night and party, and, every time, his hangovers seemed to be harder to recover from. And so, in his thirties, C decided, that it was time, he settled down, and so, he’d picked a woman he once knew, who was close to his own age, unwed (back then, he didn’t think things through: the real reason for why a woman is still unwed in her thirties), and has an amicable personality, and gets along well with others, a woman with a high recommendation to start dating. A couple of decades ago, they just met, she was the most popular girl of the bunch, white skin, tall, with long hair………in the memories of them hanging out in a group, she was, the one with the most fitting quality, with the most number of suitors, and, with a phone call, there would be three men to pick her up, the image of the princess, to perfection.
Meeting up a decade later, they’d hit it off, and, they were often surprised, how come back then, they felt nothing, but they’re feeling it now…………maybe, it’s due to the fact, that they already knew one another, and so, they were able to skip through the first stages of romance, and hop into bed together and move in with one another.
The princess is still delicate as she used to be, every single dress, along with her glass slippers, are all expensive to a fault, but because the princess skipped the process of what regular women go through: giving up on their careers, and marching into taking care of a family, it’s helped her become stabilized in work, with enough resources, she surely has a way, of keeping herself well………when C stroked her naked, white, delicate back, there was a moment, that he’d recalled how little he’d made, compared to her, that he’d stopped stroking her back, but, a few short seconds later, he’d started laughing, at his own insecurities.
“If love changes colors because of these minor issues, then, it would be way too dumb, a girl who can make her own way, this, is all the luck to me…”, C thought, then, he’d relaxed, and, started tasting the lips of the princess that were moisturized and softened by the essential oils.
After a few heated months of dating, naturally, C believed that he should buckle down to working hard, for the sake of both their futures.
But the princess doesn’t seem to think this way, from over a decade ago, all the men would call her at three minute increments, and would give her a bundle of flower a day, she’d kept herself so well, for the sole purpose, of enticing men. How much time she’d put in, to keep herself as delicate as a freshly blooming flower, why did the temperatures of love from C drop so drastically? Could it be…that she’s up against another enemy now?
And so, the princess started, spying on C’s whereabouts, to make her appearances noticed by him, she would wear that prefect smile, and be courteous to everybody on HIS contact list: his friends, and his families, and everybody said that they were the it pair, and kept asking when the date of their wedding is? The princess now, looked around, with this sense of satisfaction, then, shyly lowered her head, without saying a word, her satisfaction was from knowing that there was NO competitor for C’s attention in his social circle, and “marriage”, was like the jewelry box that’s locked up the tightest, which she now holds the key to.
In C, the sense of happiness continues, even if the princess couldn’t manage to make a bowl of instant noodle well, he could still see himself marrying her, so long as he works hard, and get that promotion to become the manager of his department next year, then, maybe, they could get the wedding plans on the way.
But, the Princess is having second thoughts on the marriage now, she felt, that C had spent more time with his clients from work than the amount of time she used, to doll herself up; she felt, that C didn’t come home right away from work and give her a hug, instead, he’d head straight to the computers, and played online games all night long ; she’d even discovered, that C had neglected to notice the rose perfume that she’d sprayed on his pillows; she couldn’t let C out of her sight for ten minutes, because C might be dialing the number of a female coworker, and going behind her back; she couldn’t fall asleep now, because C might meet a BIMBO, who enjoys online gaming just as he does………she feels so very hurt, she’d become psychotic now, that life is filled with unfairness………because at any time, C could turn around, and, run into the embraces of another woman, even IF they’d spent every minute of every day together now, even when he went to get his cigarettes, they’d gone into the stores together, holding hands.
Don’t know if it’s the sad endings of a movie, or could it be that the princess had suppressed her own emotions to breaking point, the princess started blowing UP at C irrationally every single night, started crying, and sometimes, would even get very drunk, and kept C up all night long, causing him to have difficulties, waking up for work the next morn.
These couple of days, after C took a couple of gulps of beer, he’d finally told me: he could NO longer take it anymore!
The very next day, the princess, with her puffy, red eyes, along with her suitcases, left C’s house, C tossed her pink fuzzy slippers into the trash, then, disposed of ALL of her daily living necessities at the entry of his street, like how he’d done, from when he was younger, when he broke up with someone, it’s just, that toward love, he hadn’t been able to sever so quickly.
As I’d watched this love unfolded, that’s left a TON of regrets behind, I’m filled with a mixture of feelings.
Maybe, you might say: women of any age has the right to be a princess. But, if you keep on using your twenty-year-old mindset to engage in love in your thirties and forties, then, the ending will ALWAYS end like when you were in your twenties, filled with a TON of regrets, a TON of crying solo in the nights………wake UP! Princesses, when you’d gone beyond the age when people would pay pity on you, and still, you acted like that, then, what would the chances of those knights in shiny armors say “see ya”? More, or less?
Shall we say goodbye, to that princess that lives within each of us first? Because the rightful place, beside a man, is for a woman who’s a Q-U-E-E-N!
And so, this woman from the above “case study”, kept playing the role of princess, and she was dumb enough to believe, that men will find it cute forever, well, ladies, they have a breaking point, just as we all do, so, don’t PUSH it now, unless you want to end up like the above lady in the story, with her heart broken, and still wondering what was it that I’d done, that drove him away?
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