Perhaps i wrote off white men for the wrong reason

It was just a combination of bad luck and self sabotage and not dealing with the implications of having and alcoholic father and the impact that has on choosing a life partner. But i am sorting myself out these days. Seeing reality for what it is. And maybe i thought i wanted a white man because i couldn't quiet figure out what went wrong with D. But the thing is, he was on anti depressents, he lacked serotonin and he had a knack for compulsive behaiviour and promiscuity. He had a mental illness. So i think i just need to be open. If i were to look at my lifestyle , its that blend of west and east. I could go either way perhaps. And there is a man that i've always felt good about. Perhaps we are meant to be.