What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?

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Way back in 2005, I met a boy. We dated for 3 years before I flew to Charleston, West Virginia and got married. It’s been 19 years, since that fateful flight. We bore two children into this world, and He and I have now been separated for 7 years, and divorced for 3. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t go into a total meltdown wondering if I would ever be able to tolerate or even feel the compassion of another again immediately following my second divorce. I struggled immensely as a single mother of two young children trying to raise them and keep my perfectly paying work from home job. Yet, in January 2020 I had a stroke that landed me completely catatonic for 16 hours in an Emergency Room. Unable to work on a screen for extended periods of time… I lost my perfectly paying job. Then the house, and the my memory. A triple threat beat down provided by my genetics. SELF CENTERED MOMENT Fortunately, I’m really fucking lucky that I’m not butt ugly and I can cook and fuck like a minx. 👄❤️ Unfortunately, the mental stability of mediocre middle aged millinial men in the Mountain State is questionable. You see, the all believe they are boot scootin, outlaw totin, ‘backer spittin, coal trucker badasses. When in reality they are just misogynistic, manipulative, whore mongering, alcoholic pieces of shit. I suppose I should have learned my lesson from my time in the American Midwest, which feature slightly more Jesus than the Mountain State. Alas, I was a fucking stupid, ignorant, wild child with a particular knack in disappointing my parents- and a terrible fucking attitude. The moral of the story is, I WONT GO TO WEST VIRGINIA