Hola My Friends!!!

Sorry it's took so long for me to write...even now,I have a few shots of tequila in my veins and my writing may not be the greatest. I suffered a setback with the man getting so toasted that he fell into a hedge full of stickers and suffered damage to his legs and one side of his body. I was so pissed that I had to suffer yet another vacation with his bullshit, that I ended up ripping him a new asshole the next night. No, it wasn't pretty, and yes, I broke my vow not to yell.

Needless to say, it re-affirmed my reasons for the divorce and I'm not backing out of it. It took me a while to shake it off and I didn't blog much during that time (it happened last Thursday night, and I ripped him one on Friday night....and now it's Tuesday night). I'm feeling better and more confident. I think I already mentioned the Army Ranger guy kissing me in the pool, which make me realize that life will go on with out the man, and that I may be slightly more attractive than I thought, so there's hope for me yet. I hate to say this, but the blog may turn into something along the lines of "Divorce Girl Makes Good" or something.

Not only that, Kelly (who's always been one of the thinest chicks I know, handed me her brown bikini and I fit in it. However, the twins need lifting, so I wasn't completely comfortable. The twins have been "D's" since I was sixteen and well, let's just say that they don't point to the sky, like I'd like them to. She also brought this tiedye black dress that she gave me to wear, and her husband said I "totally rocked it".

Why am I talking about all of this? Well, I've had doubts that I could make it on my own...that I'd be attractive enough for the opposite sex. I pretty much figured that ending the marriage would mean that I'd be alone, and I needed to face that and deal with it. However, it may be that I was wrong. Maybe, it's my own doubts and fears that I have to overcome and there may be someone out there that will appreciate my weirdness and quirks. They may be able to put up with my outspokenness and independence. What an effing concept!

As bad as this may sound, I'm happy that all of this went down and the man can see what he's giving up. While he really doesn't see it that way right now, someday...I'm hoping he'll say..."She was mine, she wanted me, I was her man...and I choose alcohol over her. What kind of idiot am I?" Will he? Maybe not, but I'm ok with that because I'm finally realizing my own self worth. And maybe, that's enough.

Good night from Cabo my friends!