I've been contemplating just how far I'd go to search for happiness in love. I grew up in Pennsylvania, but didn't find it there. I lived in New York for a short while with my first husband; didn't last. I moved back to PA and drowned my sorrows in work and friends. I didn't date, not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't find anyone worthy to date at that time in my life. Then, I met a man online that lived in North Carolina. I went there, married him after a few years, but people change and I left. I went back to PA, but to Cow Shit County this time; the land of the Amish and the bipolar. Needless to say, I remained single there, too.
I took a huge leap and moved to Colorado for a year. I loved Denver, but moved to Tennessee to make the guy in my life at that time happy. Why do I think I have to sacrifice what I want to please others? I've always been a giver, but there are many times that this has gone too far and I've been taken advantage of. Lesson learned!!! I dumped that idiot and moved back to Denver.
And here we are! I've "met" some nice guys online and some real FrEaKs (refer to previous posts), but haven't given up, even though none of those I'm interested in romantically are in Colorado. Geography is just a subject in school, after all. :)
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