:'Thanks alot for all the Bible verses saying I should live the rest of my life alone, buddy. Really sweet of you.
Not.
I told my sweetie he should remain in Nigeria, try to earn the money for two weeks, since that's the amount of time he says it will take to get into the embassy to get the papers.
He did mention the connection men were trying to talk him into the 4800 dollars so they could write him up letters indicating he had a bigger account than he had, and I told him no I wouldn't help him do that.
I'm very depressed, so bad I lay here weeping just like before I met him.
As to church, they can be the coldest places for disabled people to find friends. Ask anyone. I tried and couldn't even get a ride to and from, nor can I get volunteers to get me out of the house. For the last time: They Simply Aren't There.
One volunteer bureau worker told me there are plenty of people dying of loneliness just like me in Toronto. And as long as I'm not allowed to use para-transit, and my pain issues won't allow me to travel regular transit, there's no way for me to get out and do much, except for medical appointments.
Some life!
And I don't need more damn pen pals. I'm on all kinds of email lists, and I've got all kinds of Braille and talking books to read, and I swear if I have to choke down one more book ... Don't you people get it? I need TLC, touch, there-ness, not thousands of miles away-ness. You guys are talking about a person's most primal instincts: need for love, sex, companionship, someone's there-ness.
I find some of you damn lacking in compassion. You can't help me by being there for me, but you don't mind crashing my world into bits.
OK, I didn't send him any more money. And I haven't heard his voice for two days.
I guess you guys don't know the neurology of love, why people get depressed, because the neural pathways of the brain actually get used to and crave the presence of the person; then, when it is taken away, it is like withdrawing from a drug. I read it in a science article having to do with the production of the love/trust hormone in the brain: oxytocin. I don't know when or if I'll hear from Eugene again. He just said he'd work it out himself.
But now he has a different cell phone, with a certain amount of credit on it. So the number I have for him doesn't get me to him.
So, I don't know what to say, whether it's the end or he's working hard to earn the money for the fees. I do know that I haven't heard from him since the day I said I wouldn't, couldn't, send him any more money to get to Ghana. I suggested he stay near the Nigerian Canadian embassy.
Wait the two weeks, if that's how long it takes to get an appointment. I also told him Why doesn't he fill out the forms online? He's not into computers, I guess.
Anyway, I'm done with bloody pen pals. I want a real person. I'm sick of the phone, and in any case, I can't hold one against my ear for long because of the carpal tunnel syndrome in my hands.
Dammit, I want me some touch! I need to be touched! The cat just doesn't do it, or it that just too hard to understand? I'm not interested in pickups, even if I could get out, which I can't. I've told you all that already, and that I've tried to get out and can't because the paratransit here won't let me have service. And I can't travel the busses because I have too many pain conditions. I didn't send him any more money, and FYI, I didn't send the last person who tried to scam me a red cent.
But there's always that one.
I even wrote an article on the romance scam business, before I met Eugene.
Anyway, I'm withdrawing from love, so if you can't say something nice ...
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