One once upon a time, in a land called Oz, a girl and her little dog left her house and a town full of little men behind to go in search of a narcissistic pathological liar that would solve all of her problems. Along the way she met a man with no brains, one with no heart and one who was weak as piss. Fuck me. I think I've been there.
The yellow brick road of boyfriends and one nighters is long and the Emerald City of matrimony far, but don't be fooled, behind every great and powerful Oz is a scheming little man just vying to make his escape when he thinks you're not looking. And you are going to have to work for it. Whether or not there is a crazy witch and flying monkeys depends on the mental state of his ex and whether or not he has children, and being able to deal with these or similar obstacles is going to test authenticity of your fairytale.
Nevertheless, a brainless, heartless, self centred liar with no balls you can do without. So the next question is how to get home. No, you may not have ruby slippers, but you do have it in you to find the way yourself. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in a place that is not quite real and has dangers lurking around every corner? I know I don't, but it sure is pretty.
In Oz the three men are given tokens of what they are seeking, a fake diploma, a fake medal, and a ticking clock instead of a heart. In real life we often accept the same, a shared bank account, a house, a ring, maybe even a fancy party, when quite often it's not the real thing. So trust me, you are going to want to get back to Kansas before the toxic posies trap you forever.
There are times where we think that the problem is us and they we need to work harder, perhaps it's just the fear of the unknown that keeps us in the fantasy land, when we should remember the good things about the place we so desperately wanted to run away from by getting into a relationship. In the words of Dorothy “If I ever going looking for my hearts desire again, I won't ever going any further than my own back yard” because there's no place like home.
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