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Quoting jjiggl:
chidiva1979, I know how you feel. I wasted a lot of time with a guy before I knew that he wasn't even employed. Worse yet, he was on disability for mental problems. What's funny is that before I found out about his situation, things were ok. We didn't do much going out--a couple of movies, a romantic picnic, a holiday over his relatives house--but I did enjoy our time together. He would often have me over for dinner, watching dvd's, and just talking and getting to know one another. He was a great cook and I enjoyed his company very much. I accepted him as he was because it seemed that he was managing his life quite well. I even told him so. I don't know what happened but he seemed to change overnight. He used his disability as an excuse when he was distant, when he forgot that we were supposed to spend time together, when he needed groceries, etc. I guess that once the cat was out of the bag, he felt that he could be "himself". He should have gone to Hollywood, because before he told me about his condition, he sure acted like the perfect man!
Before that relationship, I never bothered asking if someone was employed, if they were on meds or anything like that. I never thought that I needed to because I thought that that kind of information would be volunteered. Of course, I know better now.
chidiva1979, I know how you feel. I wasted a lot of time with a guy before I knew that he wasn't even employed. Worse yet, he was on disability for mental problems. What's funny is that before I found out about his situation, things were ok. We didn't do much going out--a couple of movies, a romantic picnic, a holiday over his relatives house--but I did enjoy our time together. He would often have me over for dinner, watching dvd's, and just talking and getting to know one another. He was a great cook and I enjoyed his company very much. I accepted him as he was because it seemed that he was managing his life quite well. I even told him so. I don't know what happened but he seemed to change overnight. He used his disability as an excuse when he was distant, when he forgot that we were supposed to spend time together, when he needed groceries, etc. I guess that once the cat was out of the bag, he felt that he could be "himself". He should have gone to Hollywood, because before he told me about his condition, he sure acted like the perfect man!
Before that relationship, I never bothered asking if someone was employed, if they were on meds or anything like that. I never thought that I needed to because I thought that that kind of information would be volunteered. Of course, I know better now.
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