Don't believe this

I don't believe this. I just saw a movie commercial for something I saw in high school. A movie about Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson's relationship. I mean they have been divorced how many years and there are people out there somewhere still soaked up in the fairytale gone wrong. I say, Get over it. Andrew and Sarah certainly have.
I guess some can't let go of the Sarah and Diana marriages. There were the Diana tapes on Dateline and before that were the photos of a dying Diana in her car. That made my heart sink to the floor. This poor woman is slumped in her car dying and she is surrounded by people taking her picture and standing around. I felt so sorry for her.
My conclusion on the love of Diana and Sarah in the 1980's is really love of a fantasy. The fairytale wedding, expensive jewelry, and dressing pretty for charity balls. When they got married I was in my childhood and bridge toward adolescence, so I never got caught up in the Cinderella fantasy. What I heard from the duo's critics were that the critics' expectations were so high that nobody could reach them. Then the papparazi chasing them everywhere around the world. When I saw a program a few days ago reciting the requirements of future king Prince William's choice of bride, it made me sad. I took it that William is not allowed to be happy. But in my opinion, I think the first requirement should be able to tolerate having your picture taken by rude and abusive people 20 million times a day, every day, for the rest of her life. I am sure her life will wane from fantasy of living in the lap of luxury to a gilded cage the public will place her in. I would not want that job. I'll let other little girls filled with fairytale endings dream about it. I'll write another story. Post later. Bye!