Atom Smasher
Master Don Juan
From now on, when I hear you guys mentioning a "BPD" girl, I will know exactly what you're talking about.
The following is just a little semi-rant. Just getting it off my chest.
I just got off a wild ride of 3 months. A great girl, absolutey hot, 45 years old with the body of a fit 28 year old.
But the emotional instability! I'm amazed I lasted as long as I did with her. She would consistently come up with all sorts of accusations about other women which were based on nothing but fear and conjecture. Not one iota of fact. And I was completely, perfectly faithful to her. She would vacillate between gently feminine to aggressive arrogance. Wow, what a ride this has been.
I figure I would hold out as long as I could in order to use the experience as training. But after last night's episode of accusations taken straight from the land of fairy tales and unicorns, along with another accusing text this morning, I had to pull the trigger.
It's a shame, really, because there was so much good stuff there. We had great chemistry in many ways, deep sexual attraction, and we had many laughs together. That's what makes it hurt a little.
I just Googled BPD because I never really knew what it meant. Now I know! Ultimately I feel sorry for this girl because obviously she's going to carry these issues with her into her next relationship. And she just can't see it. Her pride and arrogance were off the charts during her episodes.
Interestingly, she would weave an intricate web referencing words and phrases I had said before, and construct an accusation out of that. Somehow she would piece together experiences and phrases, and construct this gigantic web of fantasy. It was amazing to see because I could identify each strand in the web. It's like she used a combination of my phrases, our experiences, and her fears to contruct the web, and each part was visible and identifiable to me. Fascinating.
My gosh, I wish they came with a warning label.
So now I'm going to be walking my talk. I've gone NC and although those little inklings have been there to send that last little goodbye, I shall prevail. I find myself feeling sorry for her, because she's trapped in this behavior and can't get out. Very sad, really.
Thanks for letting me rant and get it off my chest, men. Back to the game!
The following is just a little semi-rant. Just getting it off my chest.
I just got off a wild ride of 3 months. A great girl, absolutey hot, 45 years old with the body of a fit 28 year old.
But the emotional instability! I'm amazed I lasted as long as I did with her. She would consistently come up with all sorts of accusations about other women which were based on nothing but fear and conjecture. Not one iota of fact. And I was completely, perfectly faithful to her. She would vacillate between gently feminine to aggressive arrogance. Wow, what a ride this has been.
I figure I would hold out as long as I could in order to use the experience as training. But after last night's episode of accusations taken straight from the land of fairy tales and unicorns, along with another accusing text this morning, I had to pull the trigger.
It's a shame, really, because there was so much good stuff there. We had great chemistry in many ways, deep sexual attraction, and we had many laughs together. That's what makes it hurt a little.
I just Googled BPD because I never really knew what it meant. Now I know! Ultimately I feel sorry for this girl because obviously she's going to carry these issues with her into her next relationship. And she just can't see it. Her pride and arrogance were off the charts during her episodes.
Interestingly, she would weave an intricate web referencing words and phrases I had said before, and construct an accusation out of that. Somehow she would piece together experiences and phrases, and construct this gigantic web of fantasy. It was amazing to see because I could identify each strand in the web. It's like she used a combination of my phrases, our experiences, and her fears to contruct the web, and each part was visible and identifiable to me. Fascinating.
My gosh, I wish they came with a warning label.
So now I'm going to be walking my talk. I've gone NC and although those little inklings have been there to send that last little goodbye, I shall prevail. I find myself feeling sorry for her, because she's trapped in this behavior and can't get out. Very sad, really.
Thanks for letting me rant and get it off my chest, men. Back to the game!
