Chapter 2 — Part 2
CALLING FROM THE OTHER SIDE.
Unlike most guys, I don’t enjoy going out as much. The crowd. the noise and people giving you the look, like they want something from me. This experience consumes my energy like a vacuum specifically made to suck the very well-being of myself.
After work, I usually go straight to either get my groceries, get dinner, or just catch my TV shows. So, most of my free time you will catch me swiping Tinder. Netflix is my best friend besides that I chat with members of the opposite sex on dating sites. Trying to escape the reality of my loneliness.
I came across Ongi’Wuye. I like to call her Ongi. The woman who awakened the ancient spark within me. The kind of feeling I never felt for a very long time. She started to crank the inner mechanism of my rusted, even rotten gears within my broken heart. She was a foreigner though. not the Russian type who… we all have heard the horror stories about how it always ends.
I am a little bit older than her but she said she doesn’t mind. I was a little concerned about all these scams going online, and that I might be a victim of this sort of scheme.
I am socially vulnerable, something that makes me an easy target. A person isolated from their community is like an un-walled treasured castle among a band of thieves.
She is so beautiful. I guess love will always find its way, but mine kind of took a little longer than expected. She seemed sincere and legitimate. We skyped, facetimed, and did many other things other couples do before we agreed to meet.
At the time she was from, well from Africa. But you don’t hear any bad stories about arranged marriages from that part of the world, right? Most people import their wives and get to live happily ever after.
Loneliness is the illness that feeds the industry of selfishness. It demoralizes and deteriorates society. I have successfully traced its origin, which is mostly pride, selfishness, and the lack of tolerance, you could add a few economic hardships.
It cost me a lot of money to bring her over to North America, leave alone the money I have sent for pocket money, and some expenses for her entire family. She invited me to visit her there but I wasn’t interested.
We have been married for about six months now. Almost every marriage has ups and downs. Something normal. I’d rather have someone by my side, instead of going back to that lonely life; full of gold diggers who only see a giant ATM instead of a human being.
Chapter 2 — Part 2
CALLING FROM THE OTHER SIDE.
Unlike most guys, I don’t enjoy going out as much. The crowd. the noise and people giving you the look, like they want something from me. This experience consumes my energy like a vacuum specifically made to suck the very well-being of myself.
After work, I usually go straight to either get my groceries, get dinner, or just catch my TV shows. So, most of my free time you will catch me swiping Tinder. Netflix is my best friend besides that I chat with members of the opposite sex on dating sites. Trying to escape the reality of my loneliness.
I came across Ongi’Wuye. I like to call her Ongi. The woman who awakened the ancient spark within me. The kind of feeling I never felt for a very long time. She started to crank the inner mechanism of my rusted, even rotten gears within my broken heart. She was a foreigner though. not the Russian type who… we all have heard the horror stories about how it always ends.
I am a little bit older than her but she said she doesn’t mind. I was a little concerned about all these scams going online, and that I might be a victim of this sort of scheme.
I am socially vulnerable, something that makes me an easy target. A person isolated from their community is like an un-walled treasured castle among a band of thieves.
She is so beautiful. I guess love will always find its way, but mine kind of took a little longer than expected. She seemed sincere and legitimate. We skyped, facetimed, and did many other things other couples do before we agreed to meet.
At the time she was from, well from Africa. But you don’t hear any bad stories about arranged marriages from that part of the world, right? Most people import their wives and get to live happily ever after.
Loneliness is the illness that feeds the industry of selfishness. It demoralizes and deteriorates society. I have successfully traced its origin, which is mostly pride, selfishness, and the lack of tolerance, you could add a few economic hardships.
It cost me a lot of money to bring her over to North America, leave alone the money I have sent for pocket money, and some expenses for her entire family. She invited me to visit her there but I wasn’t interested.
We have been married for about six months now. Almost every marriage has ups and downs. Something normal. I’d rather have someone by my side, instead of going back to that lonely life; full of gold diggers who only see a giant ATM instead of a human being.
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