I wonder, was I the only one raised with the unspoken expectation that one day, I will be "rescued"?

The fairy tales I was told growing up, encouraged me to be patient/ have faith bec. help would come and I would have a happy ending.

Help didnt come. I (badly) rescued myself.

Anyway, I guess what I want to say is this: even with "good" intentions, dont lie to kids. Neither God, nor falling in love wont fix anything.

Life, as I know it, has been a succession of grief and heartaches. And now, I'm exhausted. (I dont want to live like this anymore).