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Drink up, Bitches!

girls getawayWould you believe me if I told you I’ve never had a Girls Getaway Weekend?    Let me rephrase that, I’ve never had a Girls Getaway Weekend without any children.  I have been a mother since I was 19, I have been married since I was 24 and I’m now finally single and both my children are adults and I’m 46.  That’s a lot of numbers, I know. Believe me, I know.

When my marriage finally imploded, first I went to my family.  We talked, we cried, we got angry…and then….it kiiiind of got awkward.  Everyone in my immediate family that I spend time with is married.  Not just married, they are the epitome of wedded bliss.  Needless to say, when Thanksgiving came around just days after kicking my husband out, it was kind of weird.  It’s fine now, probably because I’m fine now.  I have released the inevitable feelings of failure and shame associated with divorce, because they happen.  Regardless of the circumstances, embezzlement, infidelity, addiction, or just growing apart, there is always a feeling of failure when you finally pull the trigger on the D-word.

Immediately after going to my family, I went to my other family.  My best girlfriends.  They never told me it was going to be fine, they never questioned my actions in throwing the divorce grenade.  My friends – they laughed with me, cried with me, made whole new cuss word phrases about my ex-husband with me.  They fed me, they drank with me, A LOT, they checked on me multiple times a day-every day, some brought me flowers, some brought me champagne, some offered to go send their husbands to kick his ass.  One friend insisted on picking me up for my appearance in court the day my divorce was final because she refused to let me walk into that court room alone.  I will never, ever, ever forget that.

Suffice it to say, I could not have gotten through these last eight months without my friends.  So this upcoming weekend, my best friends and I are going away for the weekend to lounge by the pool, drink too much, laugh too much, probably eat too much, and just be the crazy, shit talking, no bull girlfriends we are, and I can hardly wait!

It wasn’t too long ago I wouldn’t have agreed to go on a Girls Weekend, I just wouldn’t have been able to justify the money, the time away from the family, the trust in my ex that he wouldn’t drink himself into a coma, get a DWI or possibly burn the house down.  Honestly, it was like having another child with that guy.  The guilt he would have instilled through passive aggressive waving of the hand saying “It’s fiiiiine! Gooooo! We’ll be greeeeaat!” all the while planting little emotional land mines to remind me that he doesn’t have any friends and never got invited to anything.

Guess what, Folks?  That isn’t my damn problem anymore and what’s the motto of this new chapter of life?  Let’s say it together….SINGLE & SELFISH!!! So I’m getting my bag packed, going to pick the least laughable bathing suit, throw in some flip-flops and a bottle of Hooch and we are hitting the road, Thelma & Louise style…but with an alternate ending. (Google it, kids!)

Now to go dig out my bathing suits….pray for me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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