| | charlotte york and trey mcdougal sat in their beautiful upper east side apartment and had breakfast. A handsome doctor and a beautiful socialite, they were the perfect couple.
some relationships are only beautiful from the outside.
we're the powerhouse couple i've always dreamed of being. i used to dream of a handsome blonde marketing mananger mogul with a trendy urban fashionista. we would take over the world from coast to coast. when that dream fell through, i thought my dreams were shattered and i thought i proved miss carrie bradshaw right. she was right, perfect couples were just pictures.
then the power house engineering program manager came in. not only the managing mogul, but world class athlete. this and a now budding financial genius, taking over aerospace and retail, one latte and dreamliner at a time. these past eight months feel like a weird dream. where even simple moments like cleaning the kitchen stove here in bellevue washington, can feel like prepping for a ladies luncheon in the fabulous zip codes of new york city. where clad in nothing but a t-shirt and jeans feels like french couture and louboutin stilettos. each moment feels too good to be true, and i wake up with this fear that i'm going to wake up and realize that this whole time i've been watching fromthe outside.
is it cynicism? is it self preservation? what it isn't is taking it for granted. i'm so grateful to have met my mcdougal, to realize that sometimes, it's ok that they're not completely fucked up like big. that there are going to be guys who don't want to lead you on and break your heart for 3 years un-ending, who disappear and forget you exist after sharing the most intimate of conversations - that not every guy is out to hurt you.
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