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It was 2:00 a.m. this morning when I woke up from frightening nightmares. I have learned to just accept who I am. The PTSD from my childhood trauma and horrors will apparently always shadow me.
This morning in the early morning hours I put on a chick flick to watch on tv. It was a movie made from a romance novel, a novel written by a man whom I had once met. At the time I met the author he was a budding writer, a man relatively unknown in the world of books.
At my local bookstore that afternoon excited young housewives gleefully stood in a mob waiting to hear from the relatively new unknown author to meet and sign his book.
I circled around the bookstore in curious trepidation trying to understand what was this young man's magical allure. I had never read any of his books. Today he is worth millions.
"There is no shame in being a broke man [or woman]. We pick up the pieces and start rebuilding." ---- Ernest Hemingway
The author I met used that quote in his movie I watched today.
The movie I saw this morning was filled with sentimental saga, overdone charm, predictable storylines, even syrupy characters, couples in love and outcomes of romance facing corny hardships but in the end magically enduring. Even bits of wisdom and Hemingway thrown in.
The perfect romance story.
Maybe that is why people love this man's books and movies.
His books are almost too happy.
But even if his books always end with fairytale romance and happy conclusions, the books and movies he writes do make me feel happy to read and watch too, even if I am watching cheesy over-sentimentalized romance at 2:00 in the morning too.
His books and movies help make me forget my hurt.
That's good enough for me for now.
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