Paper Bag Princess

By Deana L. Tart

Disney was best noted as being the man who instilled the Happily Ever After into all little girls minds while growing up. Not only did he lie, but totally confused the heck out of Mia.
When Mia met Ross, she thought nothing of his future lawyer title or the pink shirt he so proudly wore. A future lawyer was something she wasnt interested in, but his numerous attempts for her attention were adding up. A 48-hour date later and a few years in the bag, brought marriage, a home and happiness.
As Mia presents her skewed version of Disneys Happily Ever After she also shares the truth behind her true Prince Charming and how regardless of ones faith, people will do anything even if living in a glass house.
Not afraid to voice her opinion or the honest truth, Mia points out that true love is not dating her husband, nor committing adultery with him while her ring is still on her finger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504920773

Deana L. Tart

Deana L. Tart is an accomplished Jill of all Trades, as well as a proud educator in New Jersey. Growing up minus the silver spoon in her mouth, she still enjoyed all the riches in her life with a fabulous family, awesome friends and countless classic blonde moments making her the “Tart” she was born to be.

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Paper Bag Princess

Deana L. Tart

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/17/2015

ISBN: 978-1-5049-2079-7 (sc)

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Contents

1 #truelove

2 Retired

3 Pinky

4 Blue Spandex

5 48 hours

6 The Italian Mother

7 The Summerwind

8 A Sparkly, a Home and a Job

9 Love is Patient, Love is Kind

10 Where is the present?

11 Anybody home?

12 The Purple Room

13 Gray Skies

14 It’s not my party, but I will cry because I have to

15 Tweet, Tweet

16 Liar, liar your black heart is on fire

17 #Blessed

1

#truelove

If you are kissing, dating or fooling around with a married man, that is NOT true love and never will be. #justsaying

2

Retired

It’s Friday night, 9:14pm to be exact, and I just finished applying my La Mer eye cream. My new neon pink lipstick by Bobbi Brown lay on the counter screaming for an application, but my nighttime eye cream has won.

My excuse for being home on a Friday night is because I’m 31 years old.

I do realize you are sitting there shaking your head, laughing because my excuse is super lame or you too are looking at your watch right now as you too are doing the exact same thing.

I used to be heading out the door in about 46 minutes to meet up for girl’s night this time last year to hit up our popular hot spot to work out. Yes, dancing is an awesome form of cardio, especially when doing it in 6-inch heels. Best booty and thigh workout all the while having a great time!!! It was always the same crew, same time, same place and same table. Then I questioned, what the heck happened in just one year?

My hair, back to its natural blonde color, my original ACL has been replaced, moved to a new location, and I’m divorced. With that being said I typed up an email to Disney because my Happily Ever After didn’t pan out and I felt that it was his fault and somebody had to get blamed.

Dear Disney,

Growing up, my parents always bought me all the Disney VCR tapes along with the books to help me read my way into the beautiful future I would have with my Prince Charming. Well, those Disney books that always told me I would get a fabulous pair of shoes, awake with a romantic kiss, have an animal-man beast take me to a castle or have 7 men in my life to clean my house, take care of me and still have a prince love me without being jealous, LIED!

Sincerely,

Cinderella who clearly missed that ball

After I typed up the email I hit send and smiled as I snuggled into bed. Finally, peacefully into bed and there is my phone laughing at me as the email sent from me to Mr. Disney failed. Note to self, no magic Godmother, no magic letter to Mr. Disney unless it is a cheerful one. Darn, I knew I should have added a smiley face.

Either way, I lay there trying to remember what truly happened. I even struggled writing in my journal, because I didn’t even know how to write the reality. I don’t even know when it all started falling apart to where it could no longer be fixed. The hair was okay because trust me, after 2 weeks my blondes grew back and were easily mistaken for gray hairs. My knee was miserable, as was my current wardrobe because I had to wear a thick brace 24/7, but I was getting better day by day and my new location was actually really nice. I say location, because it didn’t feel like home and I never wanted it to feel like home. Then there was the fact that I was divorced from my husband. We fought, argued and went to sleep mad a lot, but when did all those great times get pushed aside for the bad times? When did we give up? Why did we give up? And I truly hate bubbling in the divorced option when I have to sign or fill out papers.

One more email before I go to sleep.

Dear 2013… You totally stink!

3

Pinky

It’s 2005, one more year of college, no more boyfriend and a soon to be teacher is what my agenda had listed in it. I was pretty sure that after my last winner of a boyfriend I would be better off single. Plus, him kicking in my front windshield because he thought my cousin was some new guy doesn’t earn him any brownie points to be friends ever again or excite me to enter the dating scene.

Before my final semester approaches and I will have no time to work, I picked up a part-time job as a maid to the rich. Now, let me explain my duties so you are fully aware of my fabulous job. Not all lawyers… let me start that sentence again if you don’t mind. Most lawyers take advantage of the weak and prey on their every move, when in reality all they