Born in Ethiopia, raised in Sweden. He and his sister were orphans in Ethiopia and were adopted by a Swedish couple. He is just so yummy. A man after my own heart, not only really attractive, but can cook.
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Yesterday I decided that I was going to end my life. I've never been happy in this life. The only thing that's kept me hanging on was my son. Yesterday, I felt I had finally hit my limit. Other than alcohol and food, I don't have many vices. I did research on what would be the best , easiest way to die. The general consensus was shotgun blast to the head or chest, overdosing on sleeping pills or self drowning. My son would be ok. He's in a better place with his father and I think he's learned enough from me to live a good life.
I've made a mess of this life and I just don't want to live it anymore.
I'm sitting here on the couch, watching the Golden Globe Awards and thinking about wanting to be kissed. I miss it. I miss a lot of things. I miss the feel of a hand in mine. I miss the feel of a good, deep, long hug. I miss the feel of someone else's hand on my body. I miss it. But you know, as much as I miss it, I'm not willing to compromise in order to get it. It's amazing that I now get it. I'm 42 years old and I finally get it. "It" being enjoying getting to know me, getting to show me love, getting the opportunity to really figure out what/who I want in my life. In the past, when I wanted all I'd mentioned earlier, I was willing to have it come from whatever package I saw, not really caring how it came or who it came from, just as long as I had it. Not any more for damned sure. I've been single since October 31st, 2017, when the man I was engaged to let me know he wasn't in love with me anymore. Despite this and sadly, not…