Welcome to the vents of a crazed abandoned mom in Baja

I came to Baja to raise my family with my ex-husband, his new wife and my 3 kids. The Ex and his wife are now in Las Vegas with 2 of my children leaving me with only 1 kid. I was suppose to live peacefully and comfortably without a care in the world while I watched all 3 of my kids enjoy the Hipanic culture and learn to surf on some of the best longboard waves in the world. Then the sand was washed away from bottom of my feet and I found myself alone, anxious, and frightened. Also pissed. I am pissed off and this is my vent from the day I found out about my husbands affair to the recent events of them taking my 2 eldest children from me. These posts are very personal but I don't care I need to get this crap off my chest. If you like soap operas you'll enjoy this.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Yea for Pizza

Felt like a grown-up tonight. Went to the only American stlye food service place otherwise known as a quasi restaurant, pizza. Kids on their absolute best behavior and I got to spend time with other adults without having to round the kids up every 5minutes. Pizza place was closed for the last 7 weeks and since I hate Mexican food I have been without adult group socialness for a long time. It looked like everyone else in this little Gringo town had the same idea. I got drunk just waiting for a table. Tonight was just another reminder of what I hate about being here. People get all jazzed about pizza opening and I can get that and would want to get that any time I want in the good ole U.S. of A. Pizza is no big deal, its the socialness that makes it special to these people, and I can see why being couped up during the cold water and no wave season. Pizza brings them together. Most everyone was a bit looped before they even got there, it was a merry crowd. I made my rounds to those who I new intimately. I am quite shy around people who I don't know that well and it would be in my best interest to go out there and meet more people considering how lonely I am. I have been passing the same people by month after month, day after day, saying hello and still not knowing anyones name. My eyes cross when I am faced with trying to remember someones name on the spot. As much complaining as I do about being lonely and bored here in San Juanico I sure do not make much of an effort to get out there. Is it this place or is it me is what I have to decipher.

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