When I was a kid my daydreams revolved around having a real mom and dad that loved me. I dreamed not that I was Cinderella, but Cinderalla and Prince Charming's beloved daughter. I eventually gave up on those dreams and learned to live in reality but I was pretty old when I finally stopped. Then the daydreams just turned into vague wishes, but I finally realized that was what was stopping me from moving on and letting go of an alcoholic mom and absent dad. Only took me 51 years.