Karma, a Chihuahua and a divorce

Dear readers,

You may not have read it, but there is a novel (and above all its title) that describes very well one of the best advices I can offer you: Don't blame Karma for what happens to you as an asshole. Amen to this sentence, ladies and gentlemen. Let's not blame Karma for what happens to us for making wrong decisions, putting up with the wrong couple, or not having sent the wrong mother-in-law on time.

According to the law of Karma or cause and effect, in life we reap what we have sown...Allow me to disagree. I did nothing to life when I chose a lout for a husband, nor when I caught him with his co-worker. No, I did not.  In any case, what life does owe me is to pay back interest for putting up with a subnormal for so long. Now, more relaxed and less Zen, I find myself here, with taitantos, writing on a website to warn possible 'new victims' that I can save: ENJOY LIFE, YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE.

And this, with all the consequences: That we must leave, leave. You have to put on a pair of 10-centimeter heels even if tomorrow you'll be in pieces, so get up! That your friends are very busy, we will make new friends ... But please, live and if it is without depending on anyone, better.

We must release ballast, it is proven. But you must also be accompanied, because you will go further than if you walk alone. Therefore, friends, welcome to your new life. One in which karma will have nothing to do, if not to favor you.