Fizzlerather
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So, I'm in love with a girl with BPD. Yes, I know that's nuts, I know odds are she's probably ****ing two other guys right now, I know she has the emotional maturity of a three year old and I know she's like a drug in my system. I can't be rational about this though, I love her. I'm going to go through the whole story, and I'm sure you've heard it all before.
She's younger than me, 19, 20 soon. I'm 28. I'm fairly unaccomplished, she invigorated me, gave me a purpose, made me feel like a king, you know the usual stuff. Absolutely gorgeous girl, hits on what appeals to me in every way. Short, curvy, 38DDD, light skin, naturally rosy cheeks and freckles, gorgeous smile, nice big butt, angelic voice, etc. You know how it is. At the start she seemed like the sweetest girl on Earth.
She convinced me to leave another girl to be with her. Then came the horror stories. Rape or sexual assault by upwards of 8 guys, including her brother and father. Claimed her brother raped her at 12 resulting in a miscarriage, and that she was beaten all growing up, but of course she didn't want to pursue charges against any of these myriad of men who violated her.
The claims got crazier. She claimed to see all sorts of supernatural stuff. Demons, ghosts, hellhounds, all sorts of wacky stuff, aside from vampires which she assured me were the one thing that wasn't real. She stopped telling me about these things because I don't really believe in all that stuff, so she started to feel like I was mocking her whenever we talked about it.
The stories didn't stop though (the rape ones I mean) only at a certain point they started being about all her friends. I think it was because at a certain point I asked her flat out if there was more or if she'd told me everything. I mention this because one story that always stuck out was she kept telling me she was afraid after sex I was going to give her money and leave. That this had happened to a friend of hers.
So, time passed, this was a LDR, she only lived about six hours away, and she had me convinced that place was rape central. For a while there I went nuts and I wanted to go up there and clean house if you get me. After convincing me to break up with my girlfriend, the next thing was us moving in together.
She gave me a deadline, or she'd have to move in with a friend. Said her parents were going to charge her a ridiculous amount of rent by that date. Then she said her father was screaming and chasing her to her car and she was afraid he was going to start beating her again. Then one night she called me sobbing that these two guys she'd told me had previously broken into her house and taken turns raping her came back, but they couldn't get into her house this time. I had my doubts, and everyone told me she was nuts, but I figured once we were together I could find out for sure one way or the other. Like I said though, I'm unaccomplished. I had next to nothing, very little money. I spent it all to go up and move her down to get an apartment together. An apartment mind you I could only afford if she lived with me.
So we lived together for like three months. In this time, every day she had a new medical emergency. Seizures, choking, stomach pains, falling down the stairs, randomly passing out, etc. The hospitals came to recognize us after a while. There were various things she wanted me to do for her. Get married, get her pregnant, get her a puppy, every day for the period we were together I catered to her every whim as best as I could, but her illnesses of course prevented her from landing a job. We both started pawning things to make ends meet, and lots of family friends were helping us out.
The moment when she had me most under her spell came a week before she left. She had a miscarriage, confirmed by the doctors. She was five weeks pregnant. This was real, and it validated all her medical stuff. She was so destroyed by this. I remember she'd always tell me if she was sad her eyes turned green and if she was mad they turned red, and I always rolled my eyes because hers just looked brown to me, but I don't know if it was the lighting but I swear to god in that hospital bed her eyes were ****ing green.
I won't get into the carnival that was how she handled the miscarriage, but I just chalked it all up to grieving because she very much wanted to have a baby and was afraid because of the miscarriage at 12 she wouldn't be able to. The last day of our relationship, I'm laying in bed frustrated. Any criticism was the end of the world to her. Even things not meant as criticism. So I laid there, opened my laptop, and started typing her up a letter. I thought I'll just read this to her unemotionally in the morning, but she woke up as I was typing it, so I just laid out my frustrations getting angrier as we went on.
I told her every day was all about her, and that I was frustrated today would be no exception. Sex stuff came up. We had two problems where sex was concerned. First was her interest in what was leading to simulated rape. I felt really uncomfortable doing anything like that with an actual rape victim. The second was that there was one act I really, really liked her doing, that early on in the relationship she had no problem doing, but later she told me it reminded her of what happened during the worst of her rapes, and after we did it the smell would always take her right back to what happened to her, so she couldn't do it anymore. When it wasn't that, she just said she didn't get anything out of it. I pointed out that she was fine doing other things which directly simulated her rapes, rough sex, blindfolds, duct tape, being restrained, angrily ordered to do things, etc, but this one act I like she just couldn't do. I also pointed out I did lots of things with her that I didn't particularly enjoy specifically because she wanted to. I told her it was always what she wanted, when she wanted it.
She went right for the jugular. Her response was "Well, you know what? I'm still sexphobic. I've never once had an orgasm with you. I don't think I even can. All those times you thought I was? I was faking it." Now this would be hundreds upon hundreds of faked orgasms, but it utterly ****ing destroyed me to hear that, and she just kept saying "DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE? DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE NOW? DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE?" and I was like "Jesus Christ, it's the same answer I give you every single day. No, I don't want you to leave. Stop asking me. Can't I even have a few minutes to be depressed? Do I need to re-assure you even after you destroy me?"
I finally fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was moving day! She informed me her family was coming down with a Uhaul to pick her up. Just like that. A few hours later there was a knock at the door. It was her brother, her uncle, and her father. The same brother and father she claimed had raped and beaten her respectively -well, she said the brother beat her too. I'd called my mother because damn it I needed some support and she was the closest person. My girlfriend ran out when they knocked. She'd already told me she'd changed her mind and was staying, but once they got there everything changed. She rushed out and clung onto her brother like he was her boyfriend. She hugged all of them crying "I love you! I missed you so much! Thank you!" It ****ing destroyed me. This was the reaction she had to me when I went up and got her, and now she was clinging on to the people she told me I was rescuing her from. She told me she despised these people, and now the "monsters" were rescuing her from me. It killed me. It absolutely killed me.
My mother instantly told them what my girlfriend had told us. They acted shocked, my girlfriend called my mother a liar, denied ever saying those things, and left with them for a little bit.
The next thought of course was "So, was it all a lie then? How can she react that way if they supposedly hurt her so much? I never called her a dirty word, I never hit her, I never forced her to do anything. What could she have said about me? What do they think they're rescuing her from?"
She came back, and I just sat and cried quietly as she took all the furniture out with them. She clung onto me, telling me she loved me and she wanted to stay. She alternated between telling me she loved me and asking me to hug her -all of which just prompted me to silently shake my head- and telling them which furniture was hers. And then she was gone.
The whole way back she kept texting me that she was coming back, just to wait for her, she loved me and she'd be back. I was like what in the ****, no one forced you to leave.
The next three days when we spoke on facebook it was basically just me telling her I didn't believe her anymore, that she was a liar and she'd hurt me incredibly. She offered all kinds of ridiculous things if I'd just wait for her to come back. "I'll take a lie detector test, a truth serum and undergo hypnosis, just wait for me, please. If you want me to come back right now I'll start walking."
I told her "I'm not going to tell you to do a god damned thing. You always say everyone else forces you to do everything, you just want that as an excuse to tell your family, that I'm *demanding* you come back. If you want to come back, that's up to you." She echoed everything I was saying to her, claimed that a gynecologist had told her I gave her an infection and she was no infertile -which would be odd since I've never had an STD and hadn't had sex in a few years before we'd met, and in fact at one point I actually got a yeast infection from her and the nurse lectured her on hygiene- and then she blocked me.
She deleted everything from facebook that suggested there was ever a relationship, all the happy posts about us being together, and she blocked me. A day later I was unblocked, but also unfriended. (continued next post.)
She's younger than me, 19, 20 soon. I'm 28. I'm fairly unaccomplished, she invigorated me, gave me a purpose, made me feel like a king, you know the usual stuff. Absolutely gorgeous girl, hits on what appeals to me in every way. Short, curvy, 38DDD, light skin, naturally rosy cheeks and freckles, gorgeous smile, nice big butt, angelic voice, etc. You know how it is. At the start she seemed like the sweetest girl on Earth.
She convinced me to leave another girl to be with her. Then came the horror stories. Rape or sexual assault by upwards of 8 guys, including her brother and father. Claimed her brother raped her at 12 resulting in a miscarriage, and that she was beaten all growing up, but of course she didn't want to pursue charges against any of these myriad of men who violated her.
The claims got crazier. She claimed to see all sorts of supernatural stuff. Demons, ghosts, hellhounds, all sorts of wacky stuff, aside from vampires which she assured me were the one thing that wasn't real. She stopped telling me about these things because I don't really believe in all that stuff, so she started to feel like I was mocking her whenever we talked about it.
The stories didn't stop though (the rape ones I mean) only at a certain point they started being about all her friends. I think it was because at a certain point I asked her flat out if there was more or if she'd told me everything. I mention this because one story that always stuck out was she kept telling me she was afraid after sex I was going to give her money and leave. That this had happened to a friend of hers.
So, time passed, this was a LDR, she only lived about six hours away, and she had me convinced that place was rape central. For a while there I went nuts and I wanted to go up there and clean house if you get me. After convincing me to break up with my girlfriend, the next thing was us moving in together.
She gave me a deadline, or she'd have to move in with a friend. Said her parents were going to charge her a ridiculous amount of rent by that date. Then she said her father was screaming and chasing her to her car and she was afraid he was going to start beating her again. Then one night she called me sobbing that these two guys she'd told me had previously broken into her house and taken turns raping her came back, but they couldn't get into her house this time. I had my doubts, and everyone told me she was nuts, but I figured once we were together I could find out for sure one way or the other. Like I said though, I'm unaccomplished. I had next to nothing, very little money. I spent it all to go up and move her down to get an apartment together. An apartment mind you I could only afford if she lived with me.
So we lived together for like three months. In this time, every day she had a new medical emergency. Seizures, choking, stomach pains, falling down the stairs, randomly passing out, etc. The hospitals came to recognize us after a while. There were various things she wanted me to do for her. Get married, get her pregnant, get her a puppy, every day for the period we were together I catered to her every whim as best as I could, but her illnesses of course prevented her from landing a job. We both started pawning things to make ends meet, and lots of family friends were helping us out.
The moment when she had me most under her spell came a week before she left. She had a miscarriage, confirmed by the doctors. She was five weeks pregnant. This was real, and it validated all her medical stuff. She was so destroyed by this. I remember she'd always tell me if she was sad her eyes turned green and if she was mad they turned red, and I always rolled my eyes because hers just looked brown to me, but I don't know if it was the lighting but I swear to god in that hospital bed her eyes were ****ing green.
I won't get into the carnival that was how she handled the miscarriage, but I just chalked it all up to grieving because she very much wanted to have a baby and was afraid because of the miscarriage at 12 she wouldn't be able to. The last day of our relationship, I'm laying in bed frustrated. Any criticism was the end of the world to her. Even things not meant as criticism. So I laid there, opened my laptop, and started typing her up a letter. I thought I'll just read this to her unemotionally in the morning, but she woke up as I was typing it, so I just laid out my frustrations getting angrier as we went on.
I told her every day was all about her, and that I was frustrated today would be no exception. Sex stuff came up. We had two problems where sex was concerned. First was her interest in what was leading to simulated rape. I felt really uncomfortable doing anything like that with an actual rape victim. The second was that there was one act I really, really liked her doing, that early on in the relationship she had no problem doing, but later she told me it reminded her of what happened during the worst of her rapes, and after we did it the smell would always take her right back to what happened to her, so she couldn't do it anymore. When it wasn't that, she just said she didn't get anything out of it. I pointed out that she was fine doing other things which directly simulated her rapes, rough sex, blindfolds, duct tape, being restrained, angrily ordered to do things, etc, but this one act I like she just couldn't do. I also pointed out I did lots of things with her that I didn't particularly enjoy specifically because she wanted to. I told her it was always what she wanted, when she wanted it.
She went right for the jugular. Her response was "Well, you know what? I'm still sexphobic. I've never once had an orgasm with you. I don't think I even can. All those times you thought I was? I was faking it." Now this would be hundreds upon hundreds of faked orgasms, but it utterly ****ing destroyed me to hear that, and she just kept saying "DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE? DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE NOW? DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE?" and I was like "Jesus Christ, it's the same answer I give you every single day. No, I don't want you to leave. Stop asking me. Can't I even have a few minutes to be depressed? Do I need to re-assure you even after you destroy me?"
I finally fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was moving day! She informed me her family was coming down with a Uhaul to pick her up. Just like that. A few hours later there was a knock at the door. It was her brother, her uncle, and her father. The same brother and father she claimed had raped and beaten her respectively -well, she said the brother beat her too. I'd called my mother because damn it I needed some support and she was the closest person. My girlfriend ran out when they knocked. She'd already told me she'd changed her mind and was staying, but once they got there everything changed. She rushed out and clung onto her brother like he was her boyfriend. She hugged all of them crying "I love you! I missed you so much! Thank you!" It ****ing destroyed me. This was the reaction she had to me when I went up and got her, and now she was clinging on to the people she told me I was rescuing her from. She told me she despised these people, and now the "monsters" were rescuing her from me. It killed me. It absolutely killed me.
My mother instantly told them what my girlfriend had told us. They acted shocked, my girlfriend called my mother a liar, denied ever saying those things, and left with them for a little bit.
The next thought of course was "So, was it all a lie then? How can she react that way if they supposedly hurt her so much? I never called her a dirty word, I never hit her, I never forced her to do anything. What could she have said about me? What do they think they're rescuing her from?"
She came back, and I just sat and cried quietly as she took all the furniture out with them. She clung onto me, telling me she loved me and she wanted to stay. She alternated between telling me she loved me and asking me to hug her -all of which just prompted me to silently shake my head- and telling them which furniture was hers. And then she was gone.
The whole way back she kept texting me that she was coming back, just to wait for her, she loved me and she'd be back. I was like what in the ****, no one forced you to leave.
The next three days when we spoke on facebook it was basically just me telling her I didn't believe her anymore, that she was a liar and she'd hurt me incredibly. She offered all kinds of ridiculous things if I'd just wait for her to come back. "I'll take a lie detector test, a truth serum and undergo hypnosis, just wait for me, please. If you want me to come back right now I'll start walking."
I told her "I'm not going to tell you to do a god damned thing. You always say everyone else forces you to do everything, you just want that as an excuse to tell your family, that I'm *demanding* you come back. If you want to come back, that's up to you." She echoed everything I was saying to her, claimed that a gynecologist had told her I gave her an infection and she was no infertile -which would be odd since I've never had an STD and hadn't had sex in a few years before we'd met, and in fact at one point I actually got a yeast infection from her and the nurse lectured her on hygiene- and then she blocked me.
She deleted everything from facebook that suggested there was ever a relationship, all the happy posts about us being together, and she blocked me. A day later I was unblocked, but also unfriended. (continued next post.)

