Wrong Guy, Wrong Finger

Let me start by bringing you up to speed. I have been a former fiancee for about a month now. I realize that I probably should have began my musings as they happened, but since electronics and water (i.e. tears) don't mix very well, it is probably a very good thing I have waited until now to become an open book. Besides, January/February-Me was a blubbering, self-loathing, infantile , hot mess who could have easily put even Pollyanna into a suicidal state, so consider this reprieve my gift to you. Furthermore, while it is true that misery loves company, I prefer to see my glass as half full (a concept totally lost on Jan/Feb-Me) and encourage those around me to do the same. I want this blog to be about empowerment and moving forward gracefully. So, I got dealt a shitty hand...sure I could fold right now and retreat back to my bed, but if I'm not gonna go for the glory, then someone else will, and I just can't let that happen -- not this time, not again. Instead, I've perfected my poker face and I'm gonna let this baby ride all the way until that jackpot is mine, (or until I make-out with the really hot croupier, either or will do.)

The point is, that as of this very moment, my transformation into becoming the best woman I can be has begun. No more wallowing, no more tears, no more binging --none of it. It won't be easy and there are sure to be some slip ups, but that is why I've got you to help keep me on track. And along the way we can learn all sorts of useful things together such as how to gracefully return engagement gifts, what to do when you see him, how to exact tactful revenge (perhaps not the best means of moving on and it is admittedly childish, but sometimes flooding his inbox with Viagra and penis enlargement offers is just the thing you need to put some extra pep in your step) and simply how to just keep on keeping on, amongst other things. Hopefully by the end of all the heartache, we can look back on this time and say "What the hell was I thinking marrying what's-his-face?"