I've been having fun, what can I say. I love living the life on the beach. It's full of sunshine and breezes and carefree times.

More importantly, I've grown as a person and the rose colored glasses have finally been removed.

Sometimes I feel sorry for the Iceback. He always said he was a realist but he's not. He lives in denial, where his mom consistently resided. He has no clue what he did. But really, what can one expect from a narcissist? Now he thinks he's doing the best he can for the new family when he thought he was doing the best for the old family.

Suddenly, he's grown. He sees the light (and apparently through Catholism) Only I told him years ago how to grow, but it feel on deaf ears.

Any way, I love it here. And I'm finally getting my shit together after the devastating emotion travesty.

Of course, he told me six months ago the divorce papers were sitting on his counter, and he was just waiting for payday that week to file. Nothing yet. That's how much he cared for me. I asked him to file for the divorce he wanted so I could have some closure.

And of course he didn't. I don't even think he thinks he lies.

However, suck it! I'm having a good time in the Cape and right now, except for maybe Europe, I wouldn't want to be any where else.