Boulder conscious dating
It has some really in-shape, educated, and health-conscious white people.
But it's a really tricky place if you're not a college student or have a family. There's very little interesting music and almost nothing outside of jam, bluegrass, or top 40.
I realize those are very different large cities but it's hard for me not to compare some.
Boulder is friendlier than places I've lived before.
Minor disadvantages Diversity and nightlife Those green dots are 100 white people.
Boulder is mostly white and lacking in ethnic/racial diversity. The place is filled with people who have traveled/lived abroad and they are aware of it. People from different races/ethnicities tend to bring a different vibe and perspective to a city/neighborhood.
This last weekend, we went an hour out of town and camped at a small lake in the mountains (with almost no one else there). Boulder has tech if you want it but not if you don't.
There will always be another excuse, another mistake, another relapse, another addiction or anger about a parent’s addiction that they need their lifetime and yours to get over. When my husband first relapsed after his mother died, my well-meaning Christian father told me to “just love him.” But that’s the problem with the addict; the more you love, the more they take of you and everything else, until there’s nothing left to give. While most other people tried to be polite, or pray for me, their comments seemed to gently gloss over what was actually happening. I can do better.” Instead, I stayed, w—a—y too long. Both the addict and the co-dependent will do anything to hide their sense of inadequacy.
Boulder is very wealthy, white, provincial and bland.
If you want a small quiet life with bluegrass and a good beer on Friday night and easy access to nature for the weekend, Boulder is excellent.
I realized over the years I had become less of myself. When someone doesn’t fit into the perceived notion of what an addict is, it’s hard for people to know what to say. There is nobody that tries harder at being “normal” than an alcoholic and his/her family.
I was worried about his anger, or that he would relapse, or be too stressed out or my actions would cause something bad to happen. It was his turn to learn to deal with the reality of our existence instead of us having to shrink because of the reality of .” His mother had been an alcoholic and it had stunted his life. “Run” was the best advice I received and it’s the advice I would give my daughter if she ever got involved with an addict. When I finally left my husband, I was only able to do so after taking weeks to compose a list of facts.
If you want just about anything else, I can't recommend it.