Telenovela Script

I started this blog in part to keep my sanity or at least write things out and hope there is some therapeutic value in it. Also my intention is to write about anything that comes to mind. You know sports, politics, my personal life etc. Right now my personal life has been the main topic. Since August 2006 I have enough material to match a Spanish telenovela plot.

Thinking back to August, I have two women contact me I haven't heard from in at least five years. One who was my girlfriend and wanted to get back together. The other going through probably one of the ugliest divorces I've heard of. A cousin whose marriage is in the shitter. My own relationship going up and down and finally ending. Someone I know with drinking problems. My closest friend's dad almost dying. A friend with a brain tumor. A friend quitting his job. My sister's emergency surgery. A coworker fired for violating the company's drug and alcohol abuse policy. And of course Alexander Litvinenko for a touch of international intrigue.

Two nights ago I got an email from another friend to please call her. I did. She had a major fight with one of her friends. Okay, fine. I listened to her and yeah she was right and her friend, now former friend, was wrong.

Then last night the friend that went through the ugly divorce sent me a text message. Her oldest son, who is five, came out with he's never going to have a dad and never have a real family. It broke her heart. The father never has visited the children since the divorce and never paid any child support. One night when I called her, I heard the little boy ask,"Mom, is that my dad calling?" That's terrible and sad. Last night they ended up crying themselves to sleep.

In between all the texting, my phone rings. I thought it was same friend that needed to talk. Nope, it was my sister. She's crying. She just had a major knock down fight with her husband. She admitted it was her emotions getting the best of her.

Of course, the woman I just ended a three year relationship with has to contribute too. Her business has been struggling for the last three months. She's not two worried yet. I'm not either. Nor will I be.

Is it any wonder I'm seeing a shrink and talking happy pills?

Is there any good news? Yes. One of my old college buddies and best friends is coming to town and going to be at the beach house this weekend and I'm invited. Time to kick back, drink a few beers and howl at the moon....

Tune in for the next episode of "Tres Rosas Espinosas"

I Rode the Bus. He Rode the Bus. The Bus was Late. Amen.

Papa Juan Pablo III