I'm smart. I know life is no storybook. But I admit: Somewhere deep in my subconscious lurks romantic visions of Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. The images may be sketchy and a little outdated, but I can still make out the silhouette of the bride and Prince Charming riding off into the sunset.
In real life, sometimes my Disney fairy tale ends up feeling more like a Wes Craven horror flick -- and I'm the chick who keeps falling down and screaming for my life.