Dear Diary,

Ok, you all have shocked the hell out of me.  I came back and looked at all the responses and positive emails I’ve gotten and I guess this was a good idea to marry myself.  I hope all of you that want it, take it and do the same.  It really meant a lot to me to marry myself.  And, please…please….take the idea and run with it. I was bawling like a little baby as if I was standing in front of a minister getting ready to marry my future husband. It really touched my heart and I actually felt the marriage to myself. The commitment to me should have come a long time ago, but it’s never too late. And I am so thankful that this came into my head and made me do it.

Thank you all so much. It seems as though this step has given me back the determination I had at first. Yesterday was so OP until I could have held my own Weight Watcher’s meeting. I told everyone I saw that I just got married. They looked like “Why is it on your right hand?” I told them because the left hand is for my future husband if I ever get one, but this is on the right hand because it’s the “right” thing to do to marry myself and be honest and faithful to me first. I’m even considering sending out wedding announcements. The best part was the wedding night with myself.

Seriously though…if you want to do it, it’s very inexpensive. Well, for me it was. I already had the ring. But, it is just a sterling silver ring. That’s all I wear is silver. The stones are in no way real, but it’s the best $7.95 I’ve ever spent on a ring. So, just write your vows to yourself as want to. Express what you is most personal to you, and get the ring and get by yourself and vow it to yourself as if you were your husband/wife. That’s all. But that simple thing has meant the world to me.

Now for this morning.  Ok, I said that I was gonna date a lot of men right?  Ok, so yep, I went out with Rod again.  Oh hush, I know the damn boy is young, but shit, I didn’t wanna sit at home.  Ok, so again he started talking about Beezie.  This is why I can’t find someone special.  The men I meet are entirely too insecure about me and Beezie.  Anyway, he got out the car pouting like a lil’ biotch and thought I was supposed to follow him.  I left.  This fool had the balls to call me and ask me why I left.  I couldn’t do anything but laugh and say, “Please tell me you are not serious.”  He was serious.  I simply told him “Because you got out the car pouting like a lil’ girl.  If I wanted to date a broad, I would.  I thought you were a man.  Bye lil’ boy.” And I hung up the phone.  I’m  just fed up and I’m not taking no more shit from no one.  To me, that was just a stupid damn question.  Yet again, he tickled me.  I swear sometimes you just gotta shake your head and realize, they are just men.