How about the middle? Sitting in a make shift real estate office in the middle of the jungle in Costa Rica. My mother had justy passed away and I was married for less than 6 months to a man who I knew had problems and issues but certain I could fix. Mothering syndrome at it's best. So there I was, everything my mom had left me sunk into a sportfishing business in Costa Rica with my new husband. Oh, and just found out I was pregnant. All of a sudden I was the fat orb to him and not appealing at all. The next hing you know business is not what he thought and went a few villages over. One day turned into two and three. pretty soon I was alone more than not. So while super husband was "looking for work" I was home doing laundry and wouldn't you know ther was a phone umber in the old shirt pocket. Yes, I called it and at the other end was an 18 year old Costa Rican girl named Rosa who claimed to be in love with my man. He was fishing alright and caught something that thought was going to make her rich, move to the states and change the life of her whole family. Did I mention he paints a hell of a picture? You can imagine what I had to say to him. I could not wait for him to get back home so I had a local bar on th beach call him on the radio. He came running thinking it was an emergency and once confronted he said, "You were never meant to find out.I do not think I can be a father". When I told him I called the girl, he called HER to see if SHE was o.k. and then took our only car to drive to her and console her. Did I mention I was pregnant and in the middle of a jungle now with no car so he could check on his nearly minor whore? Just for the recored he was 20 years older than her.
So there I was sitting at my desk trying to come up with a plan. Surfing the internet for some kind of blog from someone who was cheated on when they were pregnant. I had really believed I was the only one. A chat room something. Someone tell me I was not the only one and I was not a loser and the gulible weak person I tought I was. Then I called my best friend Kathleen. I worked at a resort in Key west and she was also my employer. Without a second thought she said "Just get back here and make it work". the next week he went out fishing and I got my faithful Jack Russell, Matilda and got on a 2 seater plane . There was a slight delay having the cows sleeping on the air strip but the police man who doubled as the postman shooed them off with his dirt bike. So I headed out to New York and then Key West. New York is worthy of another blog. Whole story all in it's own time.
