Caution: Bitch Ahead

Big news.  Due to the fact that I have hit an all time low at the ripe old, ancient age of 45, the incessant mocking from #3 will soon come to an end.  I am leaving this hell for another, and going back to the states.  Slowly it's beginning to sink in, and although I have yet to announce to the world on fb, I am getting more accustomed to the scenes that surely will play out once I step off the plane in Miami and get up from kissing the ground below.  What I am uncomfortable facing are little things like procuring an income so I don't mooch off my son for too long, and when one doesn't even have a drivers license, it is going to pretty much suck starting over.  Let alone mending my stomped on, chewed up, and spit out heart.  I have never been the type of girl to be mean, play games, or shroud behind the bitch curtain, but I see now the purpose in it and how I have been used as a diaper.  I actually am feeling sorry for anyone who I may meet and come in contact with down the road, because I am reinventing the psycho bitch that everyone loathed and talked about.  I hope no one likes me;  it makes for less drama and a shorter Christmas list.  What a tightrope to balance!  Nice enough to get what I want and will definitely need, but cold enough to stop any motive filled jerkoff from trying to pierce my protective bubble.  World, you've been served.  Now I can go back to crying hysterically and laughing uncontrollably every six minutes.  Love and lollipops.