happy endings

Entrepreneurship imbued my childhood with its autonomous magic. Did I hear my father boast about being his own boss? Probably. In college, my lover was a much older man who taught me that people would buy anything for a buck, sight unseen.
The key to Cinderella's happiness was that she never allowed all that she lost and all those who mistreated her to define her. She never closed her heart to love. She never felt entitled to more than anyone else had. She didn't strive to be the prettiest girl in the room. She didn't want to stick it to her wicked stepmother and stepsisters.
Twelve years ago I was broken. I had just ended a 29-year marriage, sent my only kid off to college, and was left broke and unemployed, left with the cats and the dog to feed. Not exactly my life plan. I was alone for the first time in my life and filled with fear.
I'm an adult now. A full-fledged mom. And yesterday, as my son napped and I watched the end of Aladdin (Disney Channel was already on, so sue me)... I had to wonder: What is up with that "happy ending"?