I’ve been reading up a bit regarding Borderline Personality Disorder, and, I’ve got to say, I really think that one of my exes had it. Ok, maybe more than one (hehe), but there is one in particular who I think really might have had it. Whatever it was, there was something definitely wrong with her.

Why am I thinking of this now? I’m not exactly sure, but reading a BBS post in which a rather unfortunate young man stated:

She loves me but often times she will be cold and mean to me.
she can be extremely clingy and then want nothing to do with me.
Threatens suicide if she feels like she is losing me.
Cuts herself.
Does not like to be questioned.
Bringing up problems or trying to work out things that are bothering me from stuff she does is a huge no-no with her, she will either shut down completely or get really angry and tell me to stop talking about it.
She lacks empathy and blames me for every problem we have.
Anything that im upset over because of her, she does not get or understand or even care how it affects me, and finds ways to blame me for everything.
She will often tell me that she does not think i love her if i distance myself from her.
A lot of the times that she is depressed and im not around she will text me saying she is worthless and is thinking about suicide. Sometimes she will text me with odd things to get a reaction out of me like “blood.”
she will put her friends over me.
Does not like being left alone for long periods of time.
Everything has to be her way, on her own time, when she feels like it, no compromise at all.
She is very easy to annoy or piss off, i feel like im walking on egg shells with her, because there is a lot of things that im not allowed to bring up with her or she will shut down or get extremely upset.
I’ve done everything to be there for her and let her know i care but that still is not enough, she never saw how much i was there for her, nothing i did would ever make her think i truly cared.

Made me consider my own experiences with a certain crazy female personality. My ex wasn’t so much suicidal as she was sadistic, so perhaps she had a different sort of disorder. I can recall one instance in which she pestered me for weeks to get a puppy. I hate animals, but eventually I caved in.

After getting the  puppy, after a short while, it predictably pissed all over our bed, which made me rather upset. Luckily, she had a good solution in training it. She threw it in the toilet and flushed the toilet a few times, to the probable terrifying discomfort of the puppy. I revel in the suffering of animals as much as the next guy, so I wasn’t completey unamused by this act. Following this semi-cruel act, she proceeded to wash the puppy off in the shower. The little fellow probably thought that his ordeals for the day were over.. WRONG!!!

When it came for drying off time, she placed the puppy in the sink, and then began scalding it with the blowdryer. She kept this up for about five minutes, and finally, after the puppy stopped making noise, she put an article of dog-clothing on it, completed the standard drying process (as most would imagine a drying process might be conducted), and cuddled it to sleep.

The next day, she went on a trip for a couple of days. The puppy died while she was away. I threw its stiff body into the rubbish bin located in the stairwell.

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