ironman44 wrote:
I am going to be honest, probably for the first time in 30 or 40 years.
In a span of six months, my wife asked me for a divorce after 18 years, and I was then asked to resign from my job as a public servant for the State of Colorado, (Ch*ld Protection, 10 years}.
I had two relationships with women in my life. The first with a much wiser and older women, 35 years ago. My son was born early in the relationship, four months after I turned 18. The second, was to a woman who helped save me from recklessly ending my life. She helped me raise my son. This relationship lasted for 18 years. I became a "better man" because of her.
After the divorce, and the loss of my job, I decided to take a ride south on my brand spankin new scooter. The goal was to hit South America. I never made it further south than Costa Rica...
I am trying to find the road south to Panama and asked for help on a motorcycle traveler website. A gringo in Costa Rica answered, stating he wanted a guide south as he was nervous with all the rumors of violence to gringos being reported in the media. So I agree to meet him at a place called Del Ray. Now mind you I never knew of the sex scene in Costa Rica, and never even heard of the Del Ray.
I meet him the following afternoon at the Del Ray and upon his realizing my shock of all the girls saying hello to me, he explains the "business".
He needed a week to prepare, I spent that week at the Morazon, in a drunken stupor. I had several girls up to my room which subsequently led to me falling asleep without a drop being spilled. I realised that hooking up with these girls just wasn't my thing. (No offense to any of you, I wish I had it in me).
On what was to be my last night in Costa Rica before heading south with my new found friend, I was sitting at the Key largo bar, getting wasted and enjoying the latina grooves the band was kicking out. I was totally numb to the girls, didn't have any interest in the whole hook-up thing, when in walks the girl of my dreams. I could hardly speak.
She eventually took me over to her home. She slept on a bed of rags. I bought her a bed. She said she wanted to change her life, that she wanted to go to school, I began giving her money on a regular basis.
I had to head back to the States. I visited her again several times over the course of the nest 6 months and eventually married her in Guanacaste in July of last year. I just spent three months with her at her house, (which she shares with her brother), trying to figure out a way to make a living there. It didn't work and I am back in the States. Just before I left, we discovered she was pregnant. We celebrated the news among ourselves, and with our family's.
Recently, through a friend of a friend, I found out that she had told another man she was pregnant, (about 2 years ago), and she then told him she lost the Ch*ld a few months later.
Ayyyy. she was only doing what a pretty girl does to make a buck...?
So, what's your point? That you have a good soul?