Dating bi polar woman
I have gotten to the point in my life where I know I may be alone for the long haul.I am a very strong person with good morals and values (for the most part, although I must confess I hate wearing my seatbelt).I have used the bipolar card when I’m not interested in a man.Just telling him I have this illness usually drives him away.How does one hide something that has had such a profound effect on their lives?I have been divorced for 20 years and single for most of that time.After working part-time at several different jobs between episodes of depression and mania, Lynn was finally able to work full-time and has been since 2009. Lynn Rae can guide you in making those important decisions in your life surrounding Family, Friends, Fun, Fitness, Fulfillment, Finances & Faith through her Keynote “The Seven F’s to Your Fantastic Future.” She has written 3 books and self-published one of them which are available for sale on Amazon.
I have been completely open about my recovery which has included writing and self-publishing a book called “My Journey Back To Myself.” Any man who wants to me in my life would have to be able to not be embarrassed by my unashamed approach to helping others.
He’s a professional athlete so I fly out every so often to wherever he is playing. I would have him a lot more if I could but my busy life doesn’t always let me get away when I want to. He’s tall, hot as fuck, beautiful inside and out, and he fucks me like a champion every single time, but most of all it’s the way he talks to me. When we see each other it’s…you can imagine the heat. So now I count down the days until our next encounter. I’ve shared him with her before and that was one of the best nights of my life so I’m excited to make some more memories like that.
He has this deep voice and he has that smooth confidence and style that makes me wet with just a few words. On the way back from the airport he bent me over the back of his car in the parking lot. He lays me back, slides that big dick down my throat as my eyes water,my mascara runs, and I take it.
The funniest situation I remember is when I met a man for coffee.
As soon as I told him I had bipolar disorder, he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
It’s much easier to feel that sting of rejection before things get too far along.