I think you'll all understand that I just took 2 Valium... One simply wouldn't have made a difference.

You all know I've been busting my butt working 2 jobs to make ends meet, right? Well, today Chris and I got in a fight so he left. He came home 4 hours later with a brand new Harley Davidson. He's been whining at me for years about buying one,a and I told him "fine, as soon as you pay off the taxes you still owe from the 80s and one of our credit cards."

I've been fighting and crying all day and decided to file for divorce, but I don't want a divorce. But I need to stand by my principals... gagging, crying, freaking out.

The only 2 options I have are either divorce, or just "go with it." So I put on my boots and jeans, threw away all my underwear (cuz that's what Harley chicks do" and I guess I need a tattoo. NO, I hate tattoos... but I do have a new funny hat that cleverly says "Boneyard" on the side. Babs cracked up when we pulled in on the new bike.

I HATE my husband... HATE. But can I tell you a secret? Now that I'm on the drug I think the bike is cool... we can't pay our mortgage, but riding on it is so fun. What do I do?

Thanks, Whip. I'm dealing with the bike and forcing myself to ride it. I did really bad on my first try then let a full day pass before getting the courage up to get back on it. But I just forced myself on it and rode up and down the block several times. Gliding along straight is fine, but the turns are tricky. I'm pretty nervous and my heart is pounding, but at least I got back on. I have to get on it every night, because payback's a bitch and I'll drive that bike and let him wonder what's going on for a change. He wants a Harley, he wants a woman who wants a Harley, so I'm growing some balls and acting like a man!

Whip, you sure know your girl...s

But I've got a secret. There are no women who do not carry that little girl around inside of her. Sometimes she wants to play, sometimes she wants to cuddle. Sometimes she wants to just hide and wait for it all to go away.

Thanks

I'm going to go hug my boys...

The 42 year old and my 3 year old strong headed kid

Got to love them, and I do. Thanks