When I was a little girl, I dreamed of getting married one day. The way he would propose, the look of my wedding dress, what our song would be. Yeah, I know it was totally unrealistic, but I was a little girl. Once I became a teenager, I was still that hopeless romantic, but I had discovered that men could be real pigs. I hear stories of people getting engaged and getting married. It's all so romantic yet depressing at the same time. That's what I wanted. Why didn't I get that? Yeah, I've been married before, but there was no proposal and a wedding that was far from being a dream. In a sense, my exhusband took away all that from me. I know I'm still young, and there's a pretty good chance I'll find that right guy at some point in my life, but real life has consumed my dreamland, and that, to me, is a very depressing thing.