Everything I thought I knew about myself was nothing more than a fabrication. I had it all. The perfect life. The loving family. The best friend. The rock n roll boyfriend. Until I didn't. The fairytales I grew up with were lies. Like my ex best friend once said, fairytales are not real and there is no prince on a white horse coming to save you. She was right. I was naive to even think I deserved a happily ever after, until him. Dark, tall, handsome and twice my age. I knew nothing about him, but it seemed he knew everything about me. Like I said, everything I knew about myself was nothing more than a fabrication and now I had resentment pumping through my blood. Long gone was the old Connie, say hello to the new and improved.