She threatened (and she is meant to be an animal lover), to let my dog out into the main road. Evil.
I finally got my bits together, and went. In my frustration, I kicked over a pile of CD's that were stacked in her lounge. They didn't even break. Anyway, I left, and I was walking along the road, when a police car pulled up.
What now, I thought.
Ah...she had rang the police, in her rage, and was claiming that I had assaulted her. The police were only doing there job, so I went with them. A few hours later, they decided that there were no grounds to this allegation, and they let me go.
Pure and utter evil. The stress that caused me, I cannot explain, the fact that the person behind it was the same person I had tried to love and care for, well, words cannot describe how that made me feel.
And that was the last I heard from her. I did not expect an apology, she does not really know what a regret or an apology is, not just with me, but with everyone who comes into her life.
Sorry this was so long, I just felt the need to get that off my chest.
Anyway, the main thing that night, for me, was that she now had her purse, and did not need to feel stressed, anymore.
On the Friday, I went to stay at her place. I had been doing this, less and less, because she was always so nasty in the morning, and, well, who wants to wake up to that, each day?
On the Sat, she had to be up at 8am, as there was a fella coming to fit her cable services. She stayed up until 3am, smoked a lot of weed, and then took her anti psychotics. Not advisable, but a regular pattern for her, and I had long since given up trying to persuade her that this was not a good idea.
Sat morning. The man arrives. She lets him in. It is only 8am, so I am still in bed. The fella left after about half an hour. When she came through, she began ranting, over and over, just rant, rant, rant. I was sick of this. All I had ever done was to try to be there for her, to be her partner, to help her, and I was SICK of these rages, aimed at me.
Usually, I just tried to walk away, when she was like that (which gets tiresome, too), but, know what, I had enough of being treated this way, and, I make no aplogies here, I gave her it, verbally, told her what nasty mouthed, ungrateful, and downright horrible person that she was.
Well, how about this one. When I was with this lass, in question, I went all the way to the other end of the country, to live with her. It cost me a lot to do that, and, of course, the upheavel of it. The day that I got there, she proudly announced that she was coming off ALL her meds, at once. Obviously, I was concerned, suggested that if she did not like them, perhaps she should go to the GP, and be guided. But no, she did not take them for two weeks, began coming apart at the seams, being really nasty to me. Which was really hard, given that I was in her flat, in her town.
After two weeks, she went back on them (not a good idea to flip flop), and, later that same day, she went out drinking, and got v ill.
Guess who the mug was who was running back and forth, with a bucket..?
That would have been bad enough. However, she then proceeded to tell anyone who would listen, that I was trying to convince her she had a MHP, and that I wanted her on the meds 'as it is easier to control her'.
That really hurt, because I had only ever tried to do my best, when it came to her care, and meds, so for her to turn around, say such things, well, to me, that is really evil.
It's like you actually know me! You are right. That said, I don't just go out with anyone, for the sake of having someone, but yes, I do miss sharing moments with someone that I do care for. I do get on with other things, but, I like to love, make a women laugh, that sort of thing, and, well, I suppose I do feel a bit empty, without it.
I have lived a quite interesting life, I guess. Lived in Spain, Tenerife, had businesses, not had them, writing a book, doing some live stand up, at a club here, soon.
But you are probably right, it would be nice to hear more people, or even one that I really cared about, tell me that I am making a nice difference to their life. I am not at all unreceptive to it. Blokes don't tend to get that many messages on here, imo, and I would say, in my experience, that too many women either have not opened their messages, or never read those you send -
Oh no, not that at all. I used to be able to cry, and felt goood for it. Now, well, it just doesn't seem to be there, anymore, as if someone has removed the ducts! Even when I am really hurt, I cannot express it in tears. Not a good thing. :(
I guess a lot has happened in the last decade, and it can kinda chip away at you. You don't so much choose to change, it happens, gradual, over a period of time.
Same happened with me and tears. I used to show tears if i were hurt. For some time I have found it hard to. I can still hurt, but it is rare I would show tears, anymore.
I think so. Getting it back is another matter. I am confident when I get to know the person a bit, now, however, I would love to have that same level that I once had. However, some people, when they change, they change for good.
Ten years or so ago, if I had been in a hair salon, and one of the girls caught my eye, or a waitress, I would think about it for a few hours, and ask them out. Sure, I would be a bit nervous, but it always worked!
Gives you a great lift when it does, as well.
Just thinking about how we change, as people, as I don't think I could do that now, I don't think I would be able to carry it off, as I once did. Which is a shame -
However, the problem with many who have, for example, Borderline Personality disorder, is that meds or no meds, they still need to work hard, themselves, to take the edge of some of their behaviours.
Sometimes I feel that they can pull this or that, and get away with it, kinda hide behind their mental health problem.
You're spot on, John, hit the nail on the head there, mate.
It was one thing for her to have done this.
It was another thing for her to have the fella on her FB list (imo, I should not really have needed to prompt her into removing him, it should have come from her).
However, when she did tell me, what did strike me was her total lack of remorse or regret. I guess it is easy to look back, and say that I should have done this, or that, etc, and you would be right. Sometimes though, when you love someone, as I did her, you will make huge allowances.
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Would you go out with someone who had a serious mental health problem?
She went CRAZY.She threatened (and she is meant to be an animal lover), to let my dog out into the main road. Evil.
I finally got my bits together, and went. In my frustration, I kicked over a pile of CD's that were stacked in her lounge. They didn't even break. Anyway, I left, and I was walking along the road, when a police car pulled up.
What now, I thought.
Ah...she had rang the police, in her rage, and was claiming that I had assaulted her. The police were only doing there job, so I went with them. A few hours later, they decided that there were no grounds to this allegation, and they let me go.
Pure and utter evil. The stress that caused me, I cannot explain, the fact that the person behind it was the same person I had tried to love and care for, well, words cannot describe how that made me feel.
And that was the last I heard from her. I did not expect an apology, she does not really know what a regret or an apology is, not just with me, but with everyone who comes into her life.
Sorry this was so long, I just felt the need to get that off my chest.
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