**********ORIGINAL BLOG DATE WAS 2016... I LEFT IN DRAFT FOR AWHILE. AHEM.
Hey you........I haven't blogged in about a year or so, therefore, if anyone is reading this.....well you'll have to forgive me, 'been kinda busy. I am writing something far more difficult than this blog. I mean really hard.
Two Princes. I love this song. It's catchy and well....what happened to the Spin Doctors anyway???? Two Princes.
I've had more than two princes in my life.
Ummmm by the way, I am in the middle of getting divorced.
Yup, strike 2, but you ain't out...
It's easier than I thought it would be..second divorce. No kids together, no property settlement, no hard feelings (I think), just hire a lawyer and get the papers, and BAM, in 90 days we're divorced.
I thought each man I married was a prince. Therefore, I probably acted like a princess. Did I? Yup, I think so.
As each marriage ended I think, crap Maria, get a grip. Maria you suck at relationships. Maria, what the hell do want?
I'll tell you what I want. A regular guy who's a real prince. One who can put up with my moods. One who understands my panic attacks, one who isn't afraid to venture into conversation with my sometimes sick, twisted mind. One who likes the fact that I am a complicated, vulnerable, compassionate, demanding, whiny, witty, self-deprecating perfectionist.
Tall order. Few men can take me on. Probably even fewer princes. I get that.
So what can I do? Change who I am? Hell, no. An inauthentic me would be far worse. I'd get bored. Treat my prince like crap. End up leaving yet another prince.
Well, as this divorce comes to it's close, I realize, I'm no princess. I'm screwed up. And that's okay. We all are.
Oh and by the way, first prince has come back into my life. After 16 years of divorce, this prince knows he's got what it takes to deal with this princess. FINALLY MARIA.
Go for it. Love of my life at 19 years old.
This one wants to call me baby. So go ahead now.