“I’ll come save you soon, Mary!” Are the exact words repeatedly written on the letters I recieve for my birthday each year. Today I turn 30, and I’m tired. Truly, ‘Prince charming’ was supposed to save me years ago, but every letter he sends makes him seem like more of a prevaricator.

I glanced out the window of this small, unimportant tower that’s not exactly fit for a princess. My entire life...