Prince Rotten Made Me Homeless

This is what I remembered as I stared at the grown man who slightly resembled the little boy I once knew. He had a mustache and wavy, light brown hair that reached the tops of his shoulders. But it was in his eyes that I saw the little boy from years past.

For the first time since I began dating Prince Rotten, I felt alive. Rey and I picked up where we left off. Our friendship grew to a new level. He helped me to see that I was special, that I did not have to take another degrading comment. I left Prince Rotten and never looked back.

I have been married to Rey for over four years now and we have two beautiful children. I do not have the white picket fence or the big house. But I do have respect, friendship, and the love of my first crush. That means far more to me than a Norman Rockwell painting.

Kathleen A. Cyr
kathycyr@home.com

I am a freelance writer, wife, and mother of two beautiful children.

My essays have appeared in several online publications. In my spare time, I love to read, expand my knowledge on the craft of writing and spend time with my family.

Freelance Writer

http://www.geocities.com/kathleencyr

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