10 March (part 1)
I go to the doctor’s before work. I’ve not seen this one before. I get a high dose prescription of a month’s supply of Valium. If there is ever a time I think I deserve it, it’s now.
I’m booked in to see him next week to discuss some long term treatment that doesn’t involve drugs. I plan to tell him about the main manifestation of my troubles (before the latest drama): an inability to maintain a long term relationship.
He is kind and sympathetic. Young. Ish. Also quite handsome. Shame I can’t date him.
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‘When I grow up I’m going to marry a prince, Granny.’
Fast forward 27 years. I’m a hot, successful, kind and affectionate, officially ‘grown up’ girl-about-town. Still in search of The One. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m in bed. Alone. Tanked up on Valium.
The quest has been active now for the best part of 20 years. I know he’s out there. I just need to find out where and how to find him. Things have got to change.
This is going to be my year. I just know it. So I have decided to document my experiences to amuse more than anything else. In so doing, the creative process may provide some kind of personal enlightenment and help face my demons too. And who knows. The journey may lead me to my prince. And where the chronicles begin.
