I know…the title sounds like a Lifetime movie. I guess that’s strangely appropriate, as my life kind of turned into one last year. It didn’t entirely have the normal Lifetime premise. You know the one I’m talking about:
Girl meets boy.
Girl falls in love with boy.
Girl marries boy.
Girl discovers boy is a psycho serial killer who has murdered his 12 wives prior.
Girl tells everyone who will listen boy is a murderous scumbag – nobody believes her.
Girl is held hostage by boy in a log cabin in the stormy woods without heat or electricity.
Girl eventually escapes boy by killing him with a fireplace poker.
Girl stands crying in the rain as the screen slowly fades to black.
Okay, so my story is not quite that dramatic, and I don’t think Tori Spelling is lining up to play me 
anytime soon. But, I am a girl who did overcome some serious life-changing shit, so I think that automatically qualifies me as a Lifetime heroine…ironically, without having a serious addition to heroin. And without an eating disorder. And without an abusive relationship. Other than the one I was in with myself.
And the opening credits roll…
