I was married for forty years to an infertile man I met when I was a teenager after being raped by a deacon in my mother's church, and becoming
Me and my Thing in Chicago on a bridege |
I also had a son, now 26 years old, thanks to the generosity of a sperm donor in Cambridge , Massachusetts. As my ex-spouse was infertile and also mean. My son has a verified genius level IQ and is a member of Mensa, the High IQ society ; in fact,, he became a member when he was four years old.
The best o f life is just no happening when I am nearly a senior citizen, age 64, and survivor of the rupture of a cranial aneurysm that I like to think of as the blossoming of a stunning pink flower in my head, a rupture that had to happen in order for me and my Thing to get together. Although we were already friends, he waited until after I was divorced to approach me differently, and I love him just for that, but so much more than that. Our first date was a Dream Date in Chicago, and this is what I wore on the flight (based on soemthign my exspoude said.
The dress I wore on my last date in Chicago with him. We ate at Vermillion Indian Latin Cuisine. in facet my very first Kiss with this man in the back seat of a taxi, was so exceptional, so throughly transforming, it was as if I had never been kissed before in my life, so I had to write my Dream Date weekend, a book called,"New Kiss Horizon"my "Dream Baby" dress. what my Thing calls me |
Can my Thing ever kiss!
How I looked recently, a multiracial woman who has never added into my hair. who has never used a relaxer or extensions. I haven't had to, thank you. And please be thankful for whatever you've got. fo! s long as you are alive there is a chance!
How I looked recently . this year.
Life is good indeed! No matter your age. Just make it a good life, and believe!
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