Happy Ever After?

Once upon a time... 

A prince met a princess and they fell madly in love with each other. It wasn't long before the prince asked the princess to be his wife. They were wed within the year and were crowned king and queen of all they surveyed. Their marriage was soon blessed with the birth of a beautiful, baby boy who grew to become a wonderful, young prince.

Unfortunately, the king was plagued by demons and he withdrew into himself. Because the king wasn't showing the queen the same affection he always had, she felt hurt and betrayed and assumed that he no longer loved her. The queen asked the king to depart from their kingdom, both of them filled with sadness and regret.

But the king loved his queen just as deeply as he ever had and slew his demons so that he may return to his queen and their little prince...

This could be the moment that the story becomes a tragedy...

Or it could be the moment that they live happily ever after.

I know life isn't a fairy story but doesn't this little family deserve a happy ending?

Day 18: Losing my rag

After speaking to my GP, regarding the side effects of my medication (a zombie-like state), he agreed to reduce my dosage and has referred me to someone who will be able to sit and talk through my problems with me. The meds are helping and the prospect of having someone listen to me gives me hope for the future.
Today, however, I lost my temper for the first time in weeks. Not with anything in my own life but with a complete stranger's neglect of her own child.
I was furious.
She had left her boy, about 6 years of age, outside a shop and out of her line of sight. I had seen a passer-by question the boy about his mothers whereabouts and then proceed inside the shop to question the mother. Having been given a (seemingly) satisfactory answer, the passer-by continued on her way. My wife and I weren't convinced, though, as the mother didn't leave the shop and the boy was still out of her sight. So, we decided to wait a while to ensure the boy's safety. Minutes passed and she still hadn't left the shop.
At this point the boy started to wander off without the mother's knowledge. I stepped forward and told the boy to get back to his mother. I found her inside chatting to (I can only assume) her friend, blissfully unaware that her child had moved off from where she thought he was.
I let rip.
I can't remember the precise words I used but I called into question what would happen if somebody tried to take her child, reaching out and holding her son's shoulder. She wasn't in the least bit fazed by an angry stranger touching her boy. I would have had someone's arm off if they had tried to touch either of my children. I gave her the bollocking she deserved, backed up by my wife, who managed to keep her anger in check much better than I did.
Seething, I had to walk away. You can only do so much and you can't reason with the unreasonable.
The moral of this tale? If you have to ask...