September 16, 2015
Dita Kelly had this to say about this blog:
Having read most of the postings on here it seems its mostly from bitter ex’s who really know nothing about BPD at all.Once apon a time people call homosexuals ‘monsters’ and ‘avoided’ black people.Our society has developed to no longer tolerate discrimination on these issues and yet this site seems to outwardly encourage discrimination on the grounds of mental illness. Shame on you, educate yourselves more and don’t use your bitterness about a failed relationship to promote stigma and discrimination. Stop regurgitating your hurt out about the fact your relationship didn’t work out, make your peace with it and move on to new love.
I have a hard time taking advocates for mental illness seriously. Mostly, because they’re mentally ill. But also because most of what they spew is defensive garbage that merely seeks to shift blame and cover up the fact that they are the reason why mental illness has such a stigma. They also hide behind accusations of discrimination.
Dita points out that I am bitter, but doesn’t bother to ask why I am bitter. Instead, she assumes that I was bitter at birth, thus releasing her kind from any responsibility. She tells me to find a new love. But she doesn’t realize that with each new love, I meet another mentally-ill woman who doesn’t want to accept responsibility for her condition. She doesn’t appreciate the fact that people, like me, have tried to love people like her.
Dita compares herself to homosexuals and black people in order to garner sympathy and stoke the fires of indignation. But where have we seen this manipulative act before? Yes, followers of this blog have often witnessed toxic women compare themselves to Jews being sent to the gas chamber and compare critics to Hitler and rapists. If nothing else, the mentally ill have a flair for melodrama.
According to Dita, I know nothing about BPD. So apparently, all the facts I have provided have been manufactured by psychologists with a secret agenda. So I invite Dita to share information that she feels like we have missed. Could it be that we have misjudged her kind? Or is this how toxic women work to cover up their toxic history?
Notice how she spreads her shame. This is a toxic woman who is accustomed to dumping the shame she feels onto unsuspecting men and then telling them to “move the fuck on”. It never occurs to her that she leaves a trail of bitterness behind her. It never occurs to her that mental illness might be a legitemate reason why some relationships don’t work out.
She claims I am ignorant. But she ignores the fact that I have been dating toxic women my whole adult life. I know these women better than they know themselves. I shared Dita’s comments because I want people to see how these women LOVE to play the victim. But you can’t be the victim if you continue to victimize others.
August 22, 2015
I had a pleasant exchange with one of my exes today. No, not one of the crazy ones. Pikro would have you believe all my relationships were toxic. But that simply isn’t true. I still keep in touch with a couple. This particular one is married with kids now and I couldn’t be happier for her. I met her when I was in a long distance relationship with Andrea Rae. Unfortunately, I chose the wrong woman. I chose the one with man-hating issues.
But I have no regrets. I’m glad she is happily married. I don’t know if I could have offered her that (at the time). And I let her go because I knew that. Because she was such a decent person, I wanted her to be with someone who could give her all that she wanted. It was the most unselfish thing I’ve ever done. We drifted apart but she would continue to call me to see how I was doing.
Time passed. But one day, I saw her on Facebook and I decided to send her a friend request. There was no hostility, awkwardness or resentment. There was no bizarre accusations or threats of calling the police. She accepted my request and we caught up. It was refreshingly normal and mature. I knew part of her was hurt that I didn’t feel the same way about her as she did about me. But she didn’t hold that grudge against me.
There was no drama about who broke up with whom. There was no absurd suggestions that I was having a hard time letting go or trying to get her back. I was reaching out to someone I shared intimacy with. And she was happy to share her life with me again. We may not be the best of friends, but she remains friendly. Every now and then, she comments on my posts and vice versa.
I wish I could have this ending for all my relationships. But not all the women I dated were as normal as this one. Although, she was not without her own issues. She was one of the first to admit to me that her father was an alcoholic. You could tell it affected her negatively, but somehow she got her shit together. She became a better person. We shared an interest in self-improvement books and I could see that she had done the hard work it takes to get to where she is.
Despite her past, she was not a man-hater and that is why she is happily married. That is why we stayed friends.
August 9, 2015
I ran across a NY Times article on “ghosting” that claims Charlize Theron ghosted Sean Penn. I don’t usuallly concern myself with celebrity gossip, but this story resonated with me. Ghosting is what happens when a significant other disappears from your life, blocking you from all contact:
Many of those who have ghosted are contrite, citing their own fear, insecurity and immaturity. Jenny Mollen, 36, an actress, avid Twitter user and the author of “I Like You Just the Way I Am,” a collection of essays, had been dating a man for three months when she told him her grandmother died, and froze him out of her life.
Her grandmother had died — months earlier. “He came to my house one night banging on my door, and I pretended I wasn’t there,” Ms. Mollen said. “I didn’t know how else to extricate from relationships. It was me being young and not knowing how to disappoint.” She theorized that people who fade away do so out of a desperate need to be loved, even after a breakup. “If you disappear completely, you never have to deal with knowing someone is mad at you and being the bad guy,” she said.
Joe Stahl, 25, a shopper for Instacart, a grocery-delivery service, had been with his former boyfriend for nearly a year when a painful argument erupted between them. “I knew that there were things that I couldn’t fix about myself that were making him angry,” Mr. Stahl said. “I felt like I was powerless and ashamed that I couldn’t be this person I wanted to be for him, which is why I deserted.”
Mr. Stahl had already been contemplating a move from New York City to Boston, and the fight spurred him to finally leave. He cut off contact, blocking his former boyfriend on his phone and unfollowing him on social media.
For those of you who have experienced this bewildering moment, this provides some answers and insight. At the core of this behavior is extreme insecurity and immaturity. Running away from a relationship is like abandoning a child when you realize you can’t take care of it.
To say this is an act of irresponsibility is an understatement. The well-documented trauma, that results from such a seemingly benign act, confirms its abusive nature. There is also a good deal of self-hatred involved. This is a person who lacks the ability to handle intimacy, a person who avoids rejection and abandonment by initiating the act of rejection and abandonment. This person is (passive-aggressively) lashing out at you for perceived rejection.
It should not surprise you to find out that movie stars also deal with relationship runaways. Most of the actors I’ve encountered are extremely insecure. They spend their whole lives creating an outward persona to mask their insecurities. Relationship runaways are also actors. They like to post photos of themselves in happy relationships, madly in love. But this is an act, meant to fool the public.
Behind the hype and the romantic photos, it is a very different story. The actor struggles to keep up the act throughout the span of the relationship, fighting insecurity and the fear of abandonment at every moment. This is a hard act to keep up. When the mask finally slips off, it’s like being caught naked. Their instant reaction is to run away with shame.
Critics, like Pikro, think that shame comes from this blog. But he doesn’t realize that shame has been with the runaway since childhood. Pikro too will have to learn the hard way. Right now, he’s too busy taking romantic photos and playing the white knight. Most likely, a damsel-in-distress has pulled the wool over his eyes. A master manipulator is hard at work.
Running away and blocking your phone number is the least of your worries. Rare is the case where the runaway admits to her shame and insecurities. If you’re dealing with a real asshole, she will blame you for everything. She will demonize you, project her shame onto you, destroy every good memory you had with her. That is her toxic side finally revealing itself as she hits and runs.
If you think this is where the story ends, then you give the runaway too much credit. This is not a responsible adult who realizes that she is the source of her own shame or that she is perpetuating the shame that plagued her childhood. This is a damaged child masquerading as an adult. She will move onto her next victim. She will put her mask back on as if nothing ever happened. And she will continue this act over and over again because her selfishness knows no bounds.
July 20, 2015
A recent visitor by the name of Pikro had some words to share with me. He was concerned about the women being shamed in this blog. He didn’t like the way I analyzed people and then he proceeded to analyze me. It seems odd to me that someone, who has a problem with shaming one set of people, has no problem shaming someone else.
I’ve had white knights come here before offering their “concern”. These enablers almost always fit the same profile. They are so concerned about protecting the good name of toxic women. But yet they have no concern for those affected by such toxicity.
An enabler is motivated by ego. It makes them feel good to be the protector. They like feeling morally superior because it flatters their ego. Some consider themselves activists. They travel in circles where they know there are women to be saved. Pikro admits to having friends who share the toxic qualities described in this blog. No doubt he may know someone I have dated or someone just like her.
If he really wanted to save these women, he would be out crusading to get these women the help they need. He would understand that the shame, that these women feel, doesn’t necessarily come from this blog. It comes from the way they’ve treated loved ones. But enablers never see that. They don’t feel comfortable placing blame on toxic women. It feels like victimization. They have been conditioned to buy the damsel-in-distress narrative.
He claims this blog isn’t normal. No it’s not. Such relationships are very abnormal. And people talking about such relationships is even more rare because people like Pikro attempt to shame them for doing so.
Awareness is never a bad thing. But certain people have an interest in keeping such things under wraps.
You better believe my exes are doing their best to keep their illness a secret. If you think they are freely giving out full disclosures to all the men they bring to bed, think again. My BPD ex sent friends and family to silence me. And when they failed, she sent an army of psychotic activists. They all failed to shame me and they failed to realize that, even if this blog did not exist, the truth would still be out there.
With each man, my exes have fooled into thinking they are normal, more witnesses are added to the list. My BPD ex married a man who was my biggest critic. He now knows the truth. He had to learn the hard way. Science and testimonies of the fallen back up what enablers seek to keep silent. It’s in Pikro’s best interest to maintain the narrative that allows him to keep playing the white knight. But it’s in everyone’s interest to know the story of toxic women.
June 9, 2015
Man-Haters are almost always attention-seekers. This may include behavior as benign as obsessing about their appearance, bragging about all the places they’ve traveled, or flirting with everyone and anyone. But it can be as alarming as false-accusations and split-personalities. It can be as public as posing as a high-profile feminist activist. Or it can be as private as texting you at all hours just to check up on you. They seek attention because it soothes their low self-esteem and fears of abandonment.
If you don’t give them 110% of your attention, they use that as an excuse to demonize you.They will go so far as accusing you of emotional abuse, then they will block your number and run away. The more melodrama, the better for this drama queen. Let this be a clear indication of how severe their pathologly can be.
To most of the population, they can appear to be somewhat normal. Intimacy changes all that. It is the trigger that brings out the devil and the pitchfork. She will stab you over and over again in the back until you know how much pain she feels. This is more than just a case of narcissism. This is someone who punishes people for perceived rejection and then pretends she is rejecting you.
The same woman who demanded all your attention, will suddenly accuse you of stalking her or worse. This 180 behavior seems crazy because it is. Literally. But it is so common amongst this type of femme fatale. A woman who feels this low intends to drag you down with her. Making accusations like this makes her feel special while distancing herself from you. Playing the victim is textbook attention-seeking behavior, the trademark of a damaged soul.
Below is an old post on this topic:
May 26, 2015
Comparison of BPD (borderline personality disorder) with ACOA (adult children of alcoholics)
The following statements taken from the following 3 books shows the similarities between BPD and ACOA.
Children of Alcoholism, A Survivor’s Manual by Judith S. Seizes and Geraldine Youcha, Crown Publishers, NY 1985 AC
Borderline Personality Disorders, the Concept, the Syndrome and the patient by Peter Hartocollis, MD, Ph.D.; International Universities Press, Inc. 1977 PH
Borderline Personality Disorder by Dr. John G. Gunderson, American Psychiatric Press JG
AC pg. 60: There are three kinds of control involved: the control other people have over them; the control they have over people and events; and the control they exert over their own bodies and minds.
JG pg. 88: …these acts are used to sustain a belief in the ability to exert omnipotent control over an object as well as to prevent the consequences of object loss.
AC pg. 80 Any switch – a rained out picnic or a canceled appointment … will bring on hours of internal despair because these events are experienced as reenactments of scenes from a helpless childhood.
JG pg. 80: Borderline patients had much more separation, abandonment anxiety, object hunger and intolerant responses to feeling needy or angry.
AC pg. 49: …sexual identity problems…and may become an overeater.
JG pg. 9: Sexual deviance is highly related to impulsivity…
AC pg. 80: …confuse physical contact or sexual involvement with emotional warmth. They therefore become promiscuous, but with little satisfaction from the sexual wanderings.
I see this apparent more in Histrionic Personality Disorder, but histrionic 65% of Histrionic is BPD
AC pg. 63: … to see the world and the people in it fairy-tale fashion as all good or all bad.
JG pg. 179: The polarizations (good/bad, all/nothing, now/never) within borderline patients repeatedly evoke polarized responses from their environment.
AC pg. 79: It does seem to be extraordinary for children of alcoholics to make long-term commitments, marriage included.
JG pg. 4: Devaluation, manipulation, dependency and masochism characterize and cause the intensity and instability of interpersonal relationships.
AC: Wish for closeness, yet fear it.
JG pg. 33: Two major organization and sustaining beliefs are: “Should I want more from you, or should I be angry at you, you will leave: and if I’m compliant, something will be given to me that will make me invulnerable and less destructive.”
Behind these conscious beliefs are concerns with the destructiveness of their own aggressive wishes to find a powerful protector. In any event, the basic tension between wanting more from the object and fearing that less will be received accounts for the sustained dysphoric characteristic of borderline functioning.
DEPENDENCE ON OTHERS
AC pg. 80: there are those who can’t tolerate being alone and therefore cling to friends, relatives, and just about anyone who happens to be around.
JG pg. 8: Borderline persons tend to be compulsively social because their sense of their own coherence and value depends on the presence of others.
JG pg. 97: …desperate to find someone, anyone, to “hold onto,” someone to feel in control of…
JG pg. 36: …is evident in the need to have people around — even if without any evident emotional contact, in using radio and television as hypnotics, or in heavy use of transitional objects.
DISSOCIATION – ANGER – DEPRESSION
AC pg. 170: …feelings of depression, uncontrollable anger, and incapacitating fears of disorientation.
JG pg. 9: In general, the occurrence of any mild or brief ego-dystonic psychotic-like experiences in the absence of severe, widespread psychotic symptoms at any time in the patient’s past life is a strong indicator for the borderline diagnosis.
JG pg. 3: …four characteristics identify what they called the “borderline syndrome.” These were (a) failures in self-identity, (b) anaclitic relationships, (c) a type of depression based on loneliness, and (d) the predominance of expressed anger.
JG pg. 86: …the depressions of borderline patients differed from other patients with depression by their impulses to hurt themselves.
JG pg. 16: Probably the most common form of affective disorder found in borderline patients is unipolar nonmelancholic depression.
JG pg. 103: …manipulative behaviors are often indirect expressions of anger…
LOW SELF ESTEEM
AC Have a low opinion of yourself
PH: They feel low, inadequate, or wrong.
AC pg. 49: …most likely to kill himself, either accidentally or on purpose.
AC pg. 169: “Most people, when their car breaks down on the highway, either get out and fix it or call a mechanic. When my car had a flat tire, I called the suicide hot line.”
JG pg. 85: …suicide gestures emerge as one of the major discriminating characteristics of borderline patients…
JG pg. 86: Almost all the patients were involved in suicide threats, overdosing or self-mutilation.
FEAR OF EXPOSURE
AC: deny or suppress feelings
AC: feel unnecessarily embarrasses and ashamed
JG pg. 169: …may cling to a pharmacotherapist because of a fearful reluctance to open their personal and interpersonal lives up for review.
May 22, 2015
The Mattress Queen keeps making an appearance on my Facebook feed. The mainstream media and the Sisters of Outrage love to spread accusations of rape, even ones that have been proven bogus.
Stephanie Hallett of Ms. Magazine hailed Emma Sulkowicz as a brave heroine and one of the greatest things to happen to feminists in 2014. Sulkowicz made herself famous by claiming she was raped. And then made herself even more famous by hauling a mattress around campus, publicly shaming a fellow feminist for allegedly raping her.
Despite there being no evidence of rape and lots of evidence that Emma was a jilted lover seeking payback, the Stephanie Halletts of the world still maintain that Sulkowicz is a model citizen and have made no effort to apologize to her falsely-accused/publicly-shamed victim.
Another feminist blogger at New York Magazine is outraged because the president of Columbia University wouldn’t shake hands with Emma. Perhaps, he was afraid that she would accuse him of raping her hand?
I’ll be honest, I didn’t follow the story all that much. Even though it was shoved in my face by the media. I only started to write about these stories, because of my BPD-ex. I am fascinated only because I want to understand why it became the focal point of her whole life. I have since learned that false accusations are normal for the abnormal- that 1% of the female population that loves to tell stories of rape, incest and boogie men.
I have also learned that many of these women experienced sexual abuse in their childhood. It is those memories that cause dissociation, lapse of good judgement and false accusations. Triggered memories of childhood abuse can cause the person to misinterpret events, especially if they involve intense emotions.
Stephanie Hallett has made a career out of praising troubled women through the lens of victimhood. She has yet to write any articles about mental illness. And that puzzles me. How can you write about women who show signs of emotional instability, the kind that makes you accuse a man of rape when he rejects you, and not write about the cause of such troubling behavior?
Those who don’t understand why a woman would falsely accuse a man of rape, don’t understand the nature of mental illness. They don’t understand BPD and the pain that comes with rejection. They don’t understand that rejection makes them do crazy things like accuse you of rape or anything else that might cast them as the victim. Imagine feeling so much pain (from rejection) that the only way you can describe it is by telling people that you were anally raped.
Fortunately, I’ve never had such accusations hurled at me. Lord knows I’ve been with women who were crazy enough to make such accusations. But I do know what it feels like to have a former lover turn 180 on you for inexplicable reasons. I know what it feels like to go from the love of their life to public enemy number one. I have had troubled women accuse me of abuse because how dare I accuse them of having mental issues?
On some level, I think the Mattress Queen believes she was raped. Troubled women believe their own delusions. They believe the world is out to get them. Had the accused been just another one night stand (one of many), he might have escaped Emma’s wrath. But he made the mistake of getting emotionally involved with an emotionally unstable woman.
He was lured by sex, but didn’t realize that these women use it as a tool to punish men. Their ambivalent feelings about sex are the result of childhood trauma. It has left them with an insatiable appetite for sex, but also an insatiable appetite for destroying that which they desire.
You should never judge a book by its cover. Even if that book has purple/blue hair or whatever look is fashionable with the identity-disturbance crowd these days. But you should always look beyond the carefully-fashioned image that is created by people who love attention just a little too much. People who carry mattresses are also carrying emotional baggage. If you look closely you can see it. It is plain as day.
People who praise people who carry mattresses are also carrying emotional baggage. They are carrying the burden of proof. They are constantly re-writing the narrative to bring legitamcy to their tales of victimhood. Unfortunately, women like Stephanie Hallett keep cherry-picking stories of victimization that later turn out to be false. So instead of lending credence to her own narrative, it only serves to create doubt.
Borderline women use the law as a weapon and they use their womanhood as a shield. But the law is onto them. Cases like this are often thrown out because of a lack of evidence and a history of attention-seeking/chaos manufacturing.
These women are out to prove that all men are pigs, and then can’t fathom why they are constantly being rejected. They offer men the promise of wild sex and can’t figure out why men use them for sex. They run away from good men and can’t figure out why they end up with the male version of themselves. Stephanie Hallett can’t figure out why the only publication that will employ her is one that doesn’t insist on fact-checking or doesn’t frown upon pseudo-journalism. And Emma Sulkowicz is left wondering, “Why, oh why won’t the president of the prestigious university shake my hand???”
Despite being cleared of wrongdoing, this poor guy’s reputation is tarnished for life. His name smeared across national headlines. He may even re-think his position on feminism. “Feminists” like Emma Sulkowicz and Stephanie Hallett will go on blindly lashing out at MANkind, because they aren’t really fighting for women’s rights. They are fighting inner demons… fighting a past they can not accept.
I know what it’s like to suddenly realize the woman you’re with is batshit crazy. And in that moment, she too will realize that you know too much. She may even sense your justifiable concern and interpret it as rejection. She may even pretend she is rejecting your advances in retaliation. If she feels reallly hurt, she will go so far as to find a way to dehumanize you… portray you as a predator. She will do everything except address her own issues or accept responsibility for her illness.
It is much easier to paint a picture of victimization… paint you as the devil. This is about her victimhood. Not yours. Feminists like Stephanie Hallett never write about falsely-accused men, even ones who are feminists themselves. To write about a man’s victimhood would reveal too much about their disease and that would defeat the purpose of the dog and pony show.
May 19, 2015
April 26, 2015
Before My ACOA-ex and before my BPD-ex, there was a girl named Andrea Rae. Andrea was not the first troubled woman in my life, and sadly she would not be my last. She was, however, the most traumatic experience in my life.
Andrea was a self-proclaimed bitch. She was proud of it. She claims she came from a long line of bitches. She even had books on her shelf that instructed her on how she could be more of a bitch and earn the respect of men. Yes, women like this actually exist.
I met Andrea in a dark and crowded room with music pumping through the speakers. We met in the heat of the moment. It was a passionate moment. Maybe too passionate for a first encounter. Still, I was prepared to let it be a fleeting moment. Then she said, in a dissapointed tone, “Aren’t you going to ask me for my number?”
I remember that night vividly. She was with her girl posse. I offered to drive her and her friend home later that night. I was on a natural high. She brought that out in me. Like my other exes, she loved very public displays of affection. Admittedly, so did I.
As I drove off, her friend spotted the guy she had been making out with all night. Instead of waving to say hi, she ducked into her seat to avoid him. Andrea laughed as if she thought it was amusing that her friend had dissed the guy after making him think she was into him. In hindsight, it was a very telling moment. It said a lot about Andrea and the mean girls she hung out with. Man Haters love to play with their prey.
Andrea was a smart girl, as are most of the women I date. She was just graduating with a degree in electrical engineering. But she was a pretty nerd. This nerdy gal was no modest introvert. She would show up to our dates showing ample bosom. That was her secret weapon. Once a taxi cab driver braked just to get an eyefull. Men would chat her up when I wasn’t looking. She loved the attention.
After graduation, she had an offer to take a job with a big financial firm in NYC. But even so, we spent almost every day together. She gave me all her time and all her love. She called me three times a day. And I was always thinking, “What did I do to deserve so much affection?” She would praise me non-stop. She was dropping the love bomb and I couldn’t get enough of it. Little did I know that I would fall from that position just as quickly.
When she wanted to be, she could be the cuddliest girl you’ve ever met. But as the relationship went on, I noticed another side of her personality. As good as she was at lifting me up, she could cut me down to size in a matter of seconds. She could be as cruel as she was sweet, whatever suited her needs at the moment.
After a while, I started noticing the disdainful way she spoke about men. She spoke about them as if they were inferior beings. She was very condescending and judgmental. She (like all my exes) would say things like “all men are pigs”. Andrea Rae wasn’t the first Man Hater to pounce on me, but she was definitely the most hateful. I would learn just how hateful.
My love affair with Andrea was like a slow reveal. The layer of the onion would get more and more bitter as I peeled off the layers. The sweet girl-next-door act was just that… an act to lure unsuspecting men to their doom. Andrea was the ultimate femme fatale- a woman who relished the punishment of men, a woman who enjoyed exerting control over them. To Andrea Rae, love was a power struggle and she was practicing to be a dominatrix.
I knew Andrea, before I knew anything about BPD or ACOA. But even back then, I knew something was not right. She liked to call me “daddy” when we were alone… like a sweet little girl. She was being affectionate, but there was something unsettling about it. I have a history of dating women who do not exhibit age-appropriate behavior and who have daddy issues. Professionals might observe this behavior and suggest sexual-traumatization at a young age had emotionally stunted these women.
My suspicions grew whenever she would make unusually brutal and inappropriate remarks about sex, including disturbing remarks about incest and beastiality. Sex was always awkward and unomfortable with Andrea Rae. She liked to play rough and talk dirty. But it never felt right. Something was off. She would chastise me if I didn’t do things exactly the way she wanted. Everything was a control issue. These are the telltale signs that a woman has had a troubled past.
Andrea acted like she was daddy’s little princess, but something tells me all was not well in her family. Her impulse was to run away from intimacy. Andrea longed for the glamour of the big city (having watched a lot of the Sex and the City and reading bundles of Cosmo magazine ), because she hated growing up in a small mining town in Nevada. Her dad was an engineer but she grew up in a town of rednecks. It was the kind of town where bored girls experimented with crack and slept with other women’s husbands. Andrea was no exception to this rule.
The more insecure she felt, the more she developed an alternate persona. She took on an air of superiority that belied her terrible insecurities and past. She was tough on the outside, but unusually fragile on the inside. She was easily offended and would lash out with terrible cruelty. This was a pattern of behavior I’ve noticed in all the women I’ve loved. It is the trademark of an abusive personality… one that abuses loved ones behind closed doors.
Before she left for the Big City, she suggested we have an open relationship. I was ok with this because I saw no point in being exclusive if she was going to be in another city. It was difficult to imagine her with other men, but I started dating another woman to relieve the pain. Andrea Rae did not like this at all. And when she found out that I had sex with the other woman, she flipped her lid. I have never seen her quite as vicious. It was ok if she took strange men to her bed. But it was not ok if I slept with a woman I had been dating for three months.
Months earlier, I took a trip to NY to visit her. She told me she was so excited to see me. But on the day I was suppose to fly out, she expressed reservations about our relationship. And when I got there, she acted distant and emotionally-detached. This is the push-pull behavior I have come to know too well.
I was annoyed that I had flown all the way to see her, just to have her act like she didn’t know me. So I broke up with her. Again she reacted viciously. Andrea Rae did not take rejection well. Foolishly, I took her back. Because I mistook her rage for love. But she did not love me. She just wanted me back long enough to find a replacement. She was stringing me along… she was buying time… time to find a replacement. This is what they all do. Andrea Rae always had to be the one who rejected the man… not the other way around.
When I called her out about her push/pull behavior, she split me black. We had talked about staying friends, but she was not friendly at all. She was quite hostile. And even accused me of harassing her when I made attempts to stay friendly. The woman who use to call me three times a day, was now annoyed if I called her at all. She literally turned on me overnight. I went from the love of her life to public enemy number one. The wall was up and she was intent on running away. She was out to prove that all men are indeed pigs.
Like all femme-fatales, she loves anatagonizing men and then playing the victim. A woman, who is victimized at a young age, re-plays the drama of her youth… over and over again. She plays the victim because that is all she knows. She even went so far as to make vicious threats and outlandish accusations. The Man Hater fights dirty. Attacking you with brutal hostility and then playing the victim is how you know you are dealing with a sadist. She is punishing you for something that happened in her childhood.
Being ambitious and book-smart has allowed Andrea to climb up the corporate ladder with great efficiency. Her control issues make her a suitable candidate for middle management. But like most high-functioning sociopaths, she fails to achieve that success in her private life. She is still on the run, jumping across the pond in hopes things will be different. Yet I will bet good money that she has moved from one broken relationship to another. Blaming each man for its failure. Like all femme-fatales, Andrea Rae sees men as the problem- the source of all her misery.
Andrea Rae isn’t smart enough to figure out that she has a pattern of pushing men away and ruining their lives, especially men who treat her with kindness. Denial allows her to play dumb. She sees kindness as a weakness… for her to exploit and manipulate. Admission of guilt would prevent her from completing her mission- to prove all men are pigs. She would have to admit that she is a narcissist and a sociopath. What had to happen to create such a monster? With each relationship, the answers become more clear.
All my exes insisted they were nothing like the woman I dated before. But that is utter nonsense. They all share the same qualities that fill the pages of this blog. It has become abundantly clear that I am dating the same woman over and over again.
April 14, 2015
I have a sixth sense about people. I seem to see what others can not. Not sure if this is a gift or a curse. Some people think I’m crazy. But the truth, that some do not want to hear, is that I know what I’m talking about. I don’t say this to boast. I say this because time has proven me correct. When I heard that my BPDex had failed another relationship, it was confirmation that everything written here was spot on.
Recently, two more people in my life fell from grace. One was a company that I had worked for… a company run by people who I knew were toxic. But no one else in the company saw this because they were all in denial. They were too busy drinking the Kool Aid. They had fired me because I had a bad habit of pointing out their dysfunctional behavior… abusive behavior that I had recognized as that of people affected by alcoholism and mood disorders.
On my way out, I warned co-workers to watch their back. The smart ones took my advice and jumped ship. The diehard denialist sank with the ship.
The company closed their doors this month and sold the company to a global entity. The owners cashed out and left the rest of their employees to sink. That was their true nature showing in the final moments. So much for the facade of generosity.
The second person to fall was someone who I hardly knew. But I’ve known him since my early days in the Big CIty. He was a small-time celebrity in the underground music scene. He was one of those people who never aged. But I always had a sense there was a sadness behind the glitz and the glamour. Rumor has it he committed suicide. Nobody knows why, but I suspect he was yet another runaway from a small town… a runaway who was running from his past and his problems.
He was like Peter Pan- a boy who never wanted to grow up aka change. His glory days were well behind him and I could see that the glimmer had faded in recent years.
Many of those club kids are now aging hipsters. Hipsters do not age well. Once that fabulous glow of youth has faded, they must confront their demons again. I think it was too much for him. He was too sensitive for his own good… like so many others in the Big City.