Plastic surgery from one of the best Miami plastic surgery practices truly gave me a new life in 2015. This coming December 2017 I’m getting married to my boyfriend of 2 years, David a tall ,muscular former Special Air Service [SAS] soldier from England and also minor investor in my chain of Miami motels. By the way, he is 39 and I’m 55 years young:). How does my story unfold, well it should be a Hollywood movie.Mariel Boat lift crisis in 1980. We eventually received political asylum and immediately had 1 child, or son Carlos he is now finishing his MBA at the London School of Economics. But we worked for many years cleaning hotels and homes of wealthy people, Then we saved our money and bought an apartment, then another apartment and then rented-out these apartments and then my Jose had a heart attack and died on the very day I had a miscarriage. So , on the same day I lost our second baby and I lost my great love. It would be a year later when i got my emotional strength to continue alone with a teenage son and a rental business. But my body gained a few pounds, my skin was flabby in some part–under my arms my hips, my breasts were floppy..I began to look like an old woman. I started a few years ago to visit the gym at least two times a week and this helped a little. I was wealthy after the financial crisis in 2007-2008, i bought foreclosures directly from troubled banks and it was a Godsend! I was able to hire math tutors for my son, send him to Stanford and then to England to finish his business education. My crowning achievement , that my son inspired me to do and think big like Donald Trump–actually I think my son was inspired by his book “The Art of The Deal”–but my son found a notice at the courthouse about a 3 motels that were bankrupt and in foreclosure:) the bank was desperate to get rid of the property. I bought 3 small 15 room motels for less than a million dollars. [this was 2008] and now I have returned my investment to profitability.
But ..i was not happy beauty, my bank account said I was successful but my appearance said “worn-out” and “tired”. I talked to my circle of friends, all successful “Cougars” this new word i now understand::)) They all recommended a few plastic surgeons in Miami Florida who specialise in body sculpting, liposuction, breast enhancement, face lifts, and basically rejuvenation . Between 2015 and 2016 I had breast reduction–YES, I actually had huge breasts and they always hurt my back, So, I reduced the size and shape, I also had a face lift. While recovering at one of my motels, I met my future husband David. He was a travelling to Miami looking for real estate to invest into, and over a conversation at the registration desk I laughed at him and told him he was several years too late for investing in the Florida market.
I was attracted to his English accent, but he always defended his Scottish heritage and dialect–which really didn’t make sense to me because people from the UK all sound the same to me, Then he explained to me the nuances in dialect that can be found between Spanish language speakers from Mexico, Cuba and Spain–and Voilla! I understood exactly what he meant that he was a “Scott”! and not an Englishman. Every night he stayed at my motel he would ask to have dinner with me across the street at the Lebanese cafe. I understood that he found me intelligent, i sensed he felt calm around me.
to be continued. . . . .