How to survive being divorced in Chile

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I’m hating my country Chile so BAD – Versión Ingles April 27, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — ale1973 @ 5:44 pm

sur-de-chile.jpgWhile I’m watching the Champions league between Liverpool and Chelsea, I’m thinking about my life and its last events… Up to a while ago I was very proud of my country Chile, and the way it was growing; now I feel sorry and embarrassed for the many disappointments, injustices, abuse of authority and the lack of opportunities. There are just two possible ways that an average Chilean man could see a divorced woman in my country: 1.- We are a problem, full of debts, trying to survive and on top of it, with kids.2.- In their eyes, we are easy targets for their beds, since their tinny little brains figure we have so much needs and lack of affection, and it would be just as easy to leave us insensitive isnt it?  Do you guys have any idea, how many times I’ve had to leave a job because of sexual harassments? Around four. Only one of them was young, my age, and he went straight to my boobs. The others, same profile: with a lot of money and power. When they see the need we have of working to raise our kids, they think we are “all inclusive” we “must” stand everything. One of them wanted me to do him massages. The last one it was a couple of weeks ago, he almost own the country, he also run for the presidency a while ago, he asked me to love him and he was gonna love me back and take care of me too. He also asked me to kiss him… these people are so discussting and pathetic. I forgot to mention in my Spanish version, I’ll do it here, all of them have pacemaker… Can you imagine If I had… lol 
Chelsea scored a goal, I don’t want them to win… shit, I keep thinking… If I had accepted one of these oldies which smell like naphthalene, up to this point, I wouldn’t have had any problem, financial speaking I mean… but ethics and principles??? That’s another story.  
I have acknowledged that, relatives, friends, even CEOs i know, that multinationals have a policies of not to hire attractive or even average looking women, because they think “those women would mess the hencoop” If you understand the expression…  They don’t hire women with kids under 2 years old  either… Women have also helped to promote this form of prejudice in their own way, when I’ve had to work with women, it hasn’t been easy, as women don’t like another woman gets the attention more than them. I’ve come up with very sad and disappointed conclusions about my country lately: People are amazingly prejudiced. In my beautiful country
Chile, is a defect to be pretty, or attractive or anything over the average. I’m quite sure I’ve lost some jobs for that reason. If you don’t have a name or a relative, you will not make it, that’s a fact!!  
I’ve always voted for the “concertación governments”, I voted for my actual President Michelle Bachelet. A couple of weeks ago, I sent her an email to ask for an audition, I wanted to have the chance to talk to her (How naive!!!) I had just clicked on submit when a minute later I got the answer back, she doesn’t have time… deep down it said that, but with more ornaments. But they were fast, I’ve got to admit that…J If I’m not mistaken the slogan of her campaign was “I’m with you” mmm… Please, at least try harder to be closer!!! The same did with the Minister of Foreign Affairs Mr. Alejandro Foxley; same answer. I read in the press they were making some changes in the actual child Support law, the sentences were gonna be harder for those who didn’t meet their responsibilities with their kids… for a change, I was an exemption case, because even with those changes, they were gonna force my ex husband to pay child support to my kids, since the Cuban is in Miami right now, and the law doesn’t get there. They can’t bring him back for the “none payment of child support”, “It’s not such a huge felony to bring him back” What do you think about that? Uh?. This is another conclusion I’ve come out when already
Liverpool lost…L LWHEN YOU ARE AN EXEMPTION IN MANY SITUATIONS IN YOUR OWN COUNTRY, SOMETHING IS PRETTY WRONG, YOU ARE A LEFT OVER AND YOU DON’T JUST TO, BUT YOU MUST LEAVE”. 
I’m an exemption in my kids’ health insurance, their school, laws, IN EVERYTHING!!!  My kids were born in US, I’m thinking, almost convinced in going there, I already talked to a friend who lives in
New York. I have to go to US anyways because I sued my ex husband in
Miami, from here to there… you see? Exemptions everywhere…  I’m totally disenchanted of my own country, and believe me guys, this is very hard to admit for someone who lived abroad and know what is to be far away of her family, customs, cultures and everything, I think I’m already hating it, I think the whole system is not working. I’ve got a technical degree, I’m Bilingual Secretary, so, there is not such a thing like scholarship abroad or something like that for me. I belong to the middle class of this country (if still exists), well this class is completely forgotten, low class has a lot of help, subventions from the state, we don’t. I feel an intrinsic necessity of studying, I feel desperate, I feel I need to fly. Maybe for you guys is gonna sound pretty stupid for you what I’m about to say, but I’ve never felt the sensation that my body doesn’t fit in my skin, I’m breathless inside my own body. 

 

How I met my ex husband – Versión Inglés April 21, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — ale1973 @ 2:20 am

Dear internet friends:Everything started, when I thought I was in love… at the age of 22!!!…. I thought I knew everything, that I had experience, that I’d seen enough to fall in love and get married… no comments…

I met a Cuban at the company I worked for here in
Chile, the headquarters of that huge company was in
Miami. This Cuban was supposed to stay in
Chile for three months while he was teaching a Chilean the job he did in
Miami. It wasn´t love at first sight, I can tell, I found him very unpleasant and rude (Jesus, there were so many signs…), besides he was a little bit chubby. That was January, 1996, (looks like a whole century now). During all January, he went to my desk to talk to me, he talked about how beautiful
Miami was, that he hated
Chile and I hated him for saying that, and also about a girl she dated back there.

A boss we both had from
New Zealand, asked me to take him, with the Cuban of course, and a Dominican to
Viña del Mar, so we went. After approximately three liters of beers that three of them had, the Cuban asked me out of a date for the following weekend, I accepted… no comments… Should I sue my ex boss now?… guess not.

On January 27th, 1996, we went to have dinner, then to a club named “heaven” (wrong sign that one). Our first kiss was with the song “kiss” Prince version (that song used to like me a lot before, but now I have mixed feelings when I listed to it, I don´t know whether to sing and dance or cry at the same time). But one thing I do know, for better or worst, that song always reminds me of him…

When he dropped me off home, we kissed and looking into my eyes he said something I’d never heard to come out of a man’s mouth before… “Tell me if this is a one night thing, if it’s so, I’ll let you go, but if It’s not, This will be for ever”… romantic, isn’t it? In that moment, I never thought that “for ever” would be like it’s nowadays. Obviously, I was wordless, caught my breath and with my best conquering smile I said: “Let things flow, we have plenty of time” or something like that. In that situation I felt like I was the man, trying to give “her” a Tylenol to ease the pain J.

But from that moment, we became inseparables, in fact, after two weeks after our first kiss with the kiss song, we decided to get married… I know, I know…

On April 4th, 1996, at 9:00am, we got married. His mom came all way from
Miami to the wedding. In the middle of that, I found out I was pregnant. The Cuban wanted her daughter to born as an American citizen and I thinking objectively, agreed, and in the middle of September we flew to
Miami to have my child.

NOW EVERYTHING I WENT THROUGH WHILE I STAYED IN
MIAMI, THAT’S ANOTHER STORY TO TELL, YOU’LL ENJOY IT AND YOU’LL BE MOVED, IN A

SORT OF WAY

 

Como conocí a mi ex esposo- Spanish version

Filed under: Uncategorized — ale1973 @ 1:29 am

Hola a todos:Todo comenzó cuando pensé que estaba enamorada… a los 22 años!!!!! Pensaba que lo sabía todo, que tenía experiencia, que había vivido lo suficiente para enamorarme y casarme…. Sin comentarios… Conocí a un cubano en la compañía que yo trabajaba acá en Chile, la casa matriz de esa compañía estaba en Miami, este cubano venía q Chile por tres meses a enseñarle a un chileno el trabajo que el hacía en Miami. No fue amor a primera vista, puedo decir eso, lo encontré muy desagradable y mal educado (habían tantas señales) además era un poco gordo. Eso fue en enero de 1996, (parece un siglo). Durante todo enero el iba a  mi escritorio a conversar conmigo, hablaba de lo hermoso que Miami era, que odiaba Chile, yo más lo odiaba a él, y de una chica que el salía allá. Un jefe que teníamos los dos, de Nueva Zelandia, me pidió que lo llevara a él, a mi ex cubano y a un dominicano a Viña del Mar, así que fuimos. Después de cómo tres litros de cerveza que se habían tomado cada uno de ellos, el cubano me invitó a cenar y a bailar el fin de semana siguiente, yo acepté… no comentarios… Debiera demandar a ese jefe ahora?… supongo que no. 

El 27 de enero de 1996, fuimos a cenar y luego a un club llamado “Heaven”. Nuestro primer beso fue con la canción “Kiss” versión Prince (Esa canción me gustaba de antes, pero ahora, tengo sentimientos encontrados cuando la escucho, no sé si cantar y bailar o llorar al mismo tiempo). Pero una cosa si se para bien o para mal, esa canción siempre me recuerda a él… Cuando me fue a dejar a mi casa, nos besamos y mirando me a los ojos me dijo algo que nunca había escuchado antes salir de la boca de un hombre… “Dime si esto es solo diversión de una noche, si es así, te dejaré libre, pero si no, esto será para toda la vida”… Bonito cierto? En ese minuto, jamás pensé que es “toda la vida” sería como lo es hoy.  Obviamente que me quedé sin palabras, le dije, con mi mejor sonrisa conquistadora: “dejemos las cosas fluir, tenemos mucho tiempo aún” o algo así. Me sentí como que yo era el hombre en esa situación, tratando de darle una aspirina para calmar el dolor J. 

Pero desde ese momento, nos volvimos inseparables, a las dos semanas después de ese primer beso, nos decidimos casar…   El 04 de abril de 1996 a las 9:00am nos casamos. Su mamá vino desde Miami al matrimonio. En medio de todo eso, yo me enteré que estaba embarazada, el cubano quería que su hija fuera ciudadana americana, y yo pensando objetivamente, estuve de acuerdo con él y a mediados de septiembre de ese año, me fui a Miami a tener a mi hija.  AHORA, TODO LO QUE YO PASE EN MIAMI, TODO ESO, ES PARA OTRA HISTORIA, EN CIERTA FORMA LA DISFRUTARAN Y SE EMOCIONARAN…

 

Hello world! April 19, 2007

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