Monday, July 2, 2012
New man...
Yesterday, I started writing to this man I meet on POF. He seems pretty nice and the only requirement he asks for is for the woman not be crazy...
I wonder what that means? I believe I'm a little crazy. Who isn't?
This seems like day one of a crazyless adventure...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
True meaning for being a desperate housewife...
My friend Annette has been calling this guy [Jerry] for a couple of months and the guy has simply ingored her calls. Annette met this guy over three months ago, they liked each other and Annette hoped that the relationship was going to develop into some more...
However to Annette's dismay, Jerry started making excuses for not being able to meet with her and then he stopped returning Annette's calls. Annette was disappointed but moved on and started dating other guys. So that unthinkable happened... Annette received a call from Jerry yesterday afternoon (Sunday). Jerry expressed interest in seeing Annette and guess what?
Annette took the bet... She drove[$4 gas!!] to Jerry's house last night and spent the night there...
I think that is D.E.S.P.E.R.A.T.E.... How about all of the ingored calls??? How about all the excuses? Do all things just disappear??? People out there what do you think? Am I the only person smelling Desperation on my friend Annette?
However to Annette's dismay, Jerry started making excuses for not being able to meet with her and then he stopped returning Annette's calls. Annette was disappointed but moved on and started dating other guys. So that unthinkable happened... Annette received a call from Jerry yesterday afternoon (Sunday). Jerry expressed interest in seeing Annette and guess what?
Annette took the bet... She drove[$4 gas!!] to Jerry's house last night and spent the night there...
I think that is D.E.S.P.E.R.A.T.E.... How about all of the ingored calls??? How about all the excuses? Do all things just disappear??? People out there what do you think? Am I the only person smelling Desperation on my friend Annette?
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Price of Marriage
I am a 38 year old lady that has lived in United States for the past twenty years. However, I can tell you that I do not own anything in life today and I don't even have a certified nursing assistant license. I should also confess that I lost my freedom after I said my "I do"
No, I am not living underground...
No, I have access to the Internet...
No, I have access to a telephone....
No, I have plenty of friends....
Where did things go wrong?
Born and raised in Uganda for the first part of my life; I was never taught about self esteem. I attended school in Uganda and graduated from high school before I move to the U.S. I meet a great guy through a friend and was blown off my feet when he proposed. I said "YES" we planned a wedding and I moved into his house...We had such a beautiful wedding and our friends and family made our day a success...
I never worked as I was not authorized to work in the US and my husband was the "soul provider"...My husband provided for me during this time and I thought I had a relatively good marriage....Then things changed....
My husband lost his job in 2000; our house subsequently got foreclosed on. We moved into an apartment and the tough times began... My husband lost all interest in me... He started sleeping all the time. We never did anything together... I made an excuse for him that it was because he did not have a job.
My husband eventually found another job, but I was placed on a tight budget. I became pregnant and had a baby. My husband does not play with the baby at all. My first baby is two years old and I am pregnant again... I am only 8 weeks pregnant and do not know what I should do?
My family wants me to stick it out... I am depressed and have been taking anti-depressant pills for the past year... I am also overweight and I have a hard time separating my feelings from what is a realistically sick marriage... What should I do?
No, I am not living underground...
No, I have access to the Internet...
No, I have access to a telephone....
No, I have plenty of friends....
Where did things go wrong?
Born and raised in Uganda for the first part of my life; I was never taught about self esteem. I attended school in Uganda and graduated from high school before I move to the U.S. I meet a great guy through a friend and was blown off my feet when he proposed. I said "YES" we planned a wedding and I moved into his house...We had such a beautiful wedding and our friends and family made our day a success...
I never worked as I was not authorized to work in the US and my husband was the "soul provider"...My husband provided for me during this time and I thought I had a relatively good marriage....Then things changed....
My husband lost his job in 2000; our house subsequently got foreclosed on. We moved into an apartment and the tough times began... My husband lost all interest in me... He started sleeping all the time. We never did anything together... I made an excuse for him that it was because he did not have a job.
My husband eventually found another job, but I was placed on a tight budget. I became pregnant and had a baby. My husband does not play with the baby at all. My first baby is two years old and I am pregnant again... I am only 8 weeks pregnant and do not know what I should do?
My family wants me to stick it out... I am depressed and have been taking anti-depressant pills for the past year... I am also overweight and I have a hard time separating my feelings from what is a realistically sick marriage... What should I do?
My partner has been gone for two days...
I moved to Boston from Uganda in 2003. I was excited about moving to the United States; my goals were not clear to me then. However I looked at this as an opportunity for financial stability. I got a job as care giver; which is a very common job for immigrants living in Boston. I thought that eventually I will go back to school and get a degree in something.
I have family in another state but I did not want to live in the same state. In a pursuit of happiness, I felt it was best to live in a different state. I loved the Boston lifestyle; I am able to go out every weekend and party. I felt that my partner also the father of my 4 year old daughter and I were in a good relationship. Until Friday....
I came home and he did not say a word to our daughter or I. Then he left the house and did not return. He did not pick up any of my calls. I was worried and called his mother but his mother said that he had not spent the night there. After a couple of phone calls I discovered that he was at a hotel with another girl...
The girl is a Ugandan from another state and I am worried about my next move.
Do I leave him or do I try to work it out? My friends and families say that I should leave...
There is a high number of people that are HIV positive in some immigrant communities. DC for example has the percentages are just as bad as Sub-Saharan Africa what should I do?
I have family in another state but I did not want to live in the same state. In a pursuit of happiness, I felt it was best to live in a different state. I loved the Boston lifestyle; I am able to go out every weekend and party. I felt that my partner also the father of my 4 year old daughter and I were in a good relationship. Until Friday....
I came home and he did not say a word to our daughter or I. Then he left the house and did not return. He did not pick up any of my calls. I was worried and called his mother but his mother said that he had not spent the night there. After a couple of phone calls I discovered that he was at a hotel with another girl...
The girl is a Ugandan from another state and I am worried about my next move.
Do I leave him or do I try to work it out? My friends and families say that I should leave...
There is a high number of people that are HIV positive in some immigrant communities. DC for example has the percentages are just as bad as Sub-Saharan Africa what should I do?
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