# Rediscovering My Own Happy Ending: A Personal Journey
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Chapter 1: The Weight of Unreciprocated Love
As I stroll through the town, the brisk air fills my lungs while my hands remain tucked into my pockets. I navigate through happy families, couples clasping hands, and a raucous group of tourists, all bundled in their matching black parkas.
“What the heck?” shouts one tourist, as a car zooms past a little too closely.
In the midst of this bustling scene, thoughts of you invade my mind—thoughts of what might have been. I remember how deeply I once loved you. But as I began to awaken to the truth, it became clear that I had loved too much, while you had loved too little.
I took on the weight of our entire life—managing the kids, the household, their education, your friendships, and even your family. Meanwhile, you neglected the parts of life that mattered—me, our relationship, and our children.
You were unprepared when I finally decided to leave, showing up only in the last moments, hoping to convince me to stay. (Spoiler alert: your last-minute efforts were fleeting, and in the end, I was blamed for our downfall).
As time passed and after our farewells were said, I gradually started to heal.
Thank you, therapy.
Thank you, time.
Thank you, Universe.
I know there’s still more healing ahead, especially when thoughts of you unexpectedly resurface, often during moments of solitude or reflection, like on Christmas morning.
How a Glass of White Wine Changed My Perspective
Red flags aren’t always easy to spot.
As I continue my healing journey, my mind is gradually filled less with thoughts of you and more with the fairy tale I once envisioned. I used to look to you for my happily ever after, yearning for that elusive happy ending.
In the darkest days following our separation, I longed for someone to assure me that everything would be alright. I wished for a promise of a f*cking happy ending—a fairy tale to call my own.
After countless tears, more gloomy days than I care to remember, and numerous hours spent writing, reading, attending therapy, exercising, practicing yoga, and focusing on self-improvement, I came to a powerful realization: the only person who could grant me the happy ending I sought was myself.
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment of this revelation. Perhaps it struck me while I was navigating a crowded sidewalk. But eventually, it became clear—I could finally release my tight grip on you and my unrealistic hopes that you would eventually recognize my worth and love me the way I needed.
To forge my own happily ever after, I realized I only needed one person: myself. I possess the capability to shape the life I desire. I can reassure myself about my story's conclusion—the princess can indeed rescue herself in this fairy tale.
This doesn’t mean I won’t occasionally reminisce about you or wish things had turned out differently. It doesn’t erase the moments I miss you. But from that pivotal moment—whether it was a single instant or an ongoing realization—I now commit to crafting my own true-life fairy tale.
I will grant myself my own f*cking happy ending.
And yes, she will live happily ever after.
Thank you for engaging with my thoughts.
We all contend with invisible battles or navigate through challenging times. It means a great deal to share this space with you and have you here.
j.j. wolfe.
Oui, c’est moi.
Chapter 2: Embracing My Own Fairy Tale
During this transformative journey, I explored deeper connections within myself and recognized the importance of self-love.
The first video titled "And They Lived Happily Ever After | Slay the Princess (Good Ending) - Full Playthrough" captures the essence of self-discovery and the pursuit of a happy ending, mirroring the themes of my journey.
The second video, "They Lived Happily Ever After (Right End) | Sweet No Death Episode 4 End - YouTube," further emphasizes the importance of creating one's own narrative and finding fulfillment within.