October 6, 2016

Sady Doyle has written her first book… And it is appropriately titled Trainwreck. The first rule of writing- write what you know. Nobody knows more about being a trainwreck than Sady Doyle. 

When my BPDex was desperate to shut this blog down, she enlisted the help of Sady and her Crazy Train (aka Tiger Beatdown). The Crazy Train hit this blog with all of its might and I sent hundreds into my trash bin. They attacked my character and my blog, because vampires can’t stand their own reflection. Their natural instinct is to smash the mirror that is held before them. 

Needless to say, this blog still stands. The TRUTH and FACTS can not easily be silenced. It was just another case of Hit and Run. But cowards run off to cause trouble elsewhere.  Sady could not silence the truth, so she chose to re-write it.

This is not a review of said book. I have no intention of reading the rantings of a Troubled Mind. I am even reluctant to give her a free plug (btw-you’re welcome). But I thought it was important to acknowledge its existence. It is important to reveal what the book represents and what it (as a piece of propaganda) is attempting to achieve.

So why bother talking about a book that is likely filled with the delusional ramblings of a mad hatter? It should be a matter of concern because Sady has the ear of many impressionable, young and unstable minds. It was Sady that taught my BPDex how to use feminism as a shield and a sword against those who might point out her mental illness. It should be a concern because this book is attempting to change the narrative- portraying destructive women as feminist martyrs.

I suspect that Trainwreck is not a tell-all book that details the ugly side of personality disorders. Most likely it is a glorification of mental illness, as she has chosen to feature the likes of Britney Spears, Whitney Houston and Amy Winehouse. Narcissists, like Sady, suffer from delusions of grandeur… These delusions are supported by fanciful suggestions that they are somehow members of this elite group of trainwrecks.

Sady has a personal interest in this game. She came clean, not long ago, when she wrote an article about her struggle with BiPolar Disorder:

The week after my 30th birthday, my best friend had me committed to a psych ward. Two days later, I had emerged with a life-changing diagnosis. The hard part hadn’t even started yet.

I deserved to be committed. I needed it. For a long time, I had been in a dark, painful mood, a mood that had steadily transitioned into my personality. When I felt anger, I felt it so intensely that it took over my whole body. I would go to the grocery store with a carefully composed list, walk through the aisles fuming, and then leave so furious that I completely forgot to buy any food. The anger—which could have been over anything from a fight with a friend to a political issue—often lasted for weeks. Also, I was tired—always, always bone-tired. I was so exhausted that it was a huge physical effort to sit at my desk and type, except for rare weeks of nonstop energy in which I came up with an idea, worked to make it happen, watched it happen, and then treated it like a toy I’d gotten bored with after several days. I could always get my paying work done, but anything outside of that was subject to my ever-fluctuating energy levels. My emotions seemed remote, flat, hard to discern, as if I were trying to see them through dirty glass. I couldn’t really feel anything, and what I could feel was bad. I pulled away from people. I was determined not to trust anyone. I was depressed, in other words, except for those strangely productive weeks and long, terrifying rushes of anger.

About a month before my birthday, this took a bizarre turn. Not only did I distrust people, I suspected many of them were only pretending to be my friends. I was convinced they were plotting against me. And I realized something: I deserved it. I was acting like a terrible monster, even if I didn’t know exactly why….

I imagine her new book is more of the same “I’m ok. You’re ok” bullshit that she has been peddling for years. She tells Troubled Women what they want to hear- that they are victims of unfair stigma and social bias. And she never let’s us forget that trainwrecks are part of the Chosen Few that includes famous celebrities and historical figures of great importance. 

You might be surprised to find out that this book has garnered many glowing reviews from respected publications like the New York Times:

Doyle reminds us that we shouldn’t be so quick to judge women in terms of degrading stereotypes or unrealistic expectations

This is not to inflate Sady’s ego. I bring this to your attention, because Sady and Troubled Company have done an excellent job of infiltrating the mainstream media. She uses her feminist connections to establish legitimacy. A Master Puppeteer knows how to pull the right strings to get the desired effect.

Troubled women, like Sady and my BPDex, often seek positions that allow them to surreptitiously sway public opinion. That’s why they are drawn to “journalism”, “activism” and other activities that smell like social justice.  But playing the victim and apologizing for Man-Haters with abusive tendencies should not be confused with social justice. There is no justice when someone abuses a loved one and then tries to cover it up with the appearance of righteousness.

Troubled Women are very good at re-writing history and portraying themselves as Victims of a Patriarchal Society. Those who hate what their fathers did to them, go on to preach the Gospel of All Men are Pigs. Sady’s book is an effort to take this to a new level.  Having read some of the reviews, I am reminded of how little the world knows about PDs, Trauma and Emotional-Abusive Women… Thanks to “feminists” like Sady Doyle. 

Knowledge is the only defense against such blatant propaganda. Authors, like Sady, can’t pull one over you if you know the FACTS. The fact is emotional abuse is a cycle.  It began when these Troubled Women were traumatized at a young age and it is passed onto their loved ones. The Crazy Train stops for no one. Authors, like Sady Doyle and Stephanie Hallett, have a bad habit of making fictional tales sound like the Truth.

Once again, I have not read the book. But I challenge one of her rabid followers (or her mom) to tell me I’m wrong. I challenge Sady Doyle to defend her brand of revisionist history. The Truth is these trainwrecks are not feminists. They are not unfairly persecuted. They are manipulative and possibly delusional Man Haters. 

This book represents a desperate attempt to gain acceptance…  To seek the love their fathers never gave them. But instead of admitting they are emotionally-troubled, they insist on continuing with this charade. Instead of encouraging fellow Man Haters to seek professional help, they encourage them to lash out at people who speak too truthfully.

The Trainwreck Metaphor is an interesting one, because a trainwreck doesn’t just wreck itself.  It destroys the life of other people… Anyone that makes the grave error of taking a ride on the Crazy Train.

Becoming Closed-Minded

October 2, 2016

I use to pride myself on being open-minded, but that has left me vulnerable to disturbed individuals and assholes. 

Maybe it’s my imagination coupled with my bad experiences, but it seems the world is becoming a stranger place. Just look at what’s going on- So much drama and chaos. Abnormal has become the new normal. 

I use to surround myself with all sorts of colorful people. It didn’t matter if they were militant feminists or eccentric Burning Man types. I use to party with people who drank heavily and did drugs. But now I see these people and I see nothing but dysfunction. I judge harshly. That is my only defense. 

I see crazy people masquerading as high-functioning human beings. But they’re not. They’re damaged souls pulling unsuspecting victims into their vortex. 

I see a woman with green hair and I see a woman who is emotionally damaged. I see a guy with tattoos everywhere and I wonder what he is covering up. I see narcissistic politicians and I wonder what they’re hiding.  

Am I going crazy or is the world getting crazier? Have I become obsessed with disorders? I just don’t know anymore. I am starting to see value in living a quiet and boring life. 


September 4, 2016

My BPDex is at it again. She found another sucker… Another unsuspecting victim who has no clue what he’s in for. Do you think she was kind enough to tell him about her history of mental illness? Or her backstabbing ways? Or is it more likely that she has gone out of her way to hide her dark side?

There will be no disclaimer… No full disclosure, because women, like my BPDex and my ACOAex, are very good at hiding their disease. They rely on deceit to lure the unsuspecting. They have fooled themselves to believe that every relationship failed because it was someone else’s fault. It’s never them or their long family history of dysfunction.

You should know that my BPDex tried very hard to shut down this blog. She and her army of troubled souls feared that the TRUTH would get out. Man Haters come from families where they keep secrets… Deep, dark secrets. This blog was the only way I knew how to fight a compulsive liar and master manipulator.

Man Haters hate being alone. Ironically, they must always have the attention of men.They lure the unsuspecting… Not out of love. Out of fear of being alone. In this endeavor, they are willing to ignore the elephant in the room and pretend to be someone that they are not. 

The unsuspecting will be kept in the dark in hopes that they will ignore the obvious signs of mental illness. My exes are counting on it. I’m willing to bet good money that my BPDex found someone with codependent tendencies… Someone she could easily manipulate.

Thanks to this blog, my exes can not claim ignorance. I have made their secrets public knowledge for a reason. They know the harm that they’ve caused. But they have conveniently compartmentalized their guilt and transferred the blame to me. My BPDex ran away to “start fresh”, because she knew she had damaged the relationship beyond repair. But starting fresh means luring another sucker. On to the next one.

I warned her last ex, but he wouldn’t listen. She had convinced him that I was the crazy one. He didn’t want to believe that she only married him so she could gain citizenship. He had to learn the hard way. Will the third marriage be the charm? Will the new guy be dumb enough to marry her?

It’s hard to wish her well, when she ruins lives without care and then acts like nothing happened… When she constantly acts like she is the victim. I’m beginning to think my BPDex has no heart… No conscience. I feel sorry for the new guy. He has no idea what he signed up for. 

I rarely use this blog to talk about politics. But one can not watch the media circus surrounding a certain GOP candidate and not notice the redflags of NPD. The narcissist isn’t that much different than a borderline. Comorbidity between the two is not rare. Dig into the narcissist’s past and you will find childhood wounds and plenty of chaos. A quick Google will reveal that this particular candidates’s brother died of alcoholism at a young age. And where you find alcoholism, you will find childhood wounds and plenty of chaos. 

You don’t need to be a psychologist to see the signs that are there for the whole world to see. And while I fear for the future of this nation, it is an opportunity to point out the dangers of untreated personality disorders. The attention whore feeds off attention, they crave it like we crave food. The narcissist can be a charismatic leader, but one that leads his followers/enablers to destruction. See Nazi Germany, Jonestown and Waco, Texas. Those born of pain are damned to spread that pain like a disease. Their rise is as quick as their fall. 
Attention whores are master manipulators. They employ melodrama to manipulate people. By manipulating popular opinion… By creating a false public image… They are able to avoid detection.

We live in a society where attention whores command a great deal of attention, thanks in large part to the rise of social media. We’ve become a global society of enablers, looking for hope in false gods. We’ve lost our way. So much so, we follow blindly. We look for outward expressions of success, but fail to see what is behind the emerald curtain.

If you point out a narcissist’s pathology, they will play the victim and claim you are delusional… Crazy. They will threaten you with lawsuits and foam at the mouth. They will unleash toxic emotions upon you, stored up since birth. They will unleash their minions upon you… Legions of crazy people doing their dirty work.

Believe it or not, this started off as a food blog. But after my traumatic experience with my BPD ex, it quickly turned into an exploration for answers. My eyes have been opened and with each troubled woman I come into contact with, I become more aware of the disorder that has affected many.

That funny cat video above is a good metaphor for what it’s like to be in a relationship that starts off with extreme affection and then takes a sudden turn. You know you are with an emotionally unstable soul when unconditional love turns into inexplicable hostility. 

This is a woman who has a fully-charged payload. Explosive reactions are often triggered by memories of her troubled past. You remind her of someone that she use to know and she means to take revenge against those who caused her so much pain.

These women are walking atomic bombs. Do not be fooled by the cuddling and the spooning. At any moment, that turns into backstabbing… a hit and run. Daddy’s little girl was spoiled with affection. But that affection took a dark turn. What that turn may have been is locked away in the attic of her mind… in some dark corner of her heart.

I owe some thanks to my BPD ex. There were troubled women before her and, sadly, after her. But she was the one that helped me fill in the blank. I am finally able to see the pattern of behavior that connects one relationship with another. I can now explain what seems quite puzzling to anyone who has experienced this sudden and dramatic shift from love to hate. 

I have even found others with identical experiences. And that has had its own healing effect. Because the biggest scar these vampires leave is the wound of making you think it was somehow your fault. So if you are wondering why the woman, who showered you with so much affection, is now clawing your face and blocking all contact, you will know why. Knowing why is the first step of the healing process. It’s your consolation prize. It won’t feel like it at first, but knowing why helps you learn why you make the choices you do. It helps connect the dots and helps you figure out your own past.

Hit and Run

January 26, 2016

The link above is a news story about the Taco Bell exec that attacked an Uber driver. Little did he know that he was being captured on video. That video would be seen by millions. In the interview above, we see him crying crocodile tears saying how sorry he is. But in the same breath, he tells us, “That’s not me.” Before you fall for his sobbing act, you should know that he is now suing the driver for filming him without his consent. Sorry, not sorry.

This guy is obviously a sociopath/psychopath. But his behavior reminds me of my toxic exes. A toxic person causes harm but rarely apologizes. And on the rare occasion when they do, it is insincere and manipulative. I know, in this guy’s mind, he has justified beating the crap out of that Uber driver. I know that because I know how these two-faced people operate- In public, they are full of tears. In private, they reveal a devilish grin. 

It should not surprise you that this asshole is a raging alcoholic. Alcoholism and personality disorders go hand in hand. Assholes and alcohol abuse go hand in hand.  All my toxic exes had some ties to alcoholism. This tie between alcohol and PDs spans generations. Alcohol helps them forget the pain they’ve caused. 

When he says, “That’s not me,”  he is detaching himself from the act of harming someone… compartmentalizing the experience so he no longer feels responsible. I have seen this over and over again. 

When my shady exes ran away, they were doing exactly what this Uber exec is doing- detaching themselves. They don’t realize that they are both Dr. Jekyll AND Mr. Hyde. 

These toxic people come from families where sweeping things under the rug is a family tradition. I know this because they tried to sweep me under the rug. 

His lawsuit is as bogus as my toxic exes blaming me for the utter destruction of the relationship. They are denying all wrongdoing because that is how toxic people operate- They hit and run, making you believe that you deserved it. 

These people are not only cruel and callous, they have the nerve to play the victim after harming someone. 

If we let him, he will go back to his old self. He must hit rock bottom before he realizes he is the creator of all his pain.  When a toxic person goes unchecked, they continue their bad behavior. After my toxic exes nuked everything, they ran off and found the next sucker. Those who play victim always seek out their next victim. This is how the cycle of pain perpetuates itself. 

Stephanie Hallett believes celebrities will save feminism or, as she calls it, the “f-word”. She writes that feminists have been unfairly characterized as angry man-haters. But her hope is that celebrity feminists can bring back that shiny glow. 

Ms. Hallett has spent much of her feminist career portraying/treating men as pigs and rapists. Yet she can’t figure out why people think she is an angry man-hater. She associates with people who have unresolved anger/untreated trauma, and she can’t understand why people think feminists are emotionally unstable.

I hate to break it her, but Beyoncé and Taylor Swift will not save feminism. Narcissists, who have made it their career to present a very public image, will not save feminism. Self-serving “journalists”, with hidden agendas, will also not save feminism.

What will save the image of feminists is ridding feminism of emotionally-damaged women… women who use the moniker of feminist to legitimize their hatred of men and to cover it with the sheen of pseudo-intellectualism. Their brand of feminism is the delusions of a self-proclaimed warrior for social justice. It is nothing short of delusions of grandeur. 

Stephanie Hallett needs to own up to her own contribution to this image of angry feminists, instead of trying to cover it up with glitz and glamor. This is not a PR problem. The solution that is needed requires people like Stephanie Hallett, Andrea Rae and my ACOA-ex to take a long hard look at themselves and do the work that is needed to address their man-hating mindset. 

Feminists, like Stepahinie Hallett, look for superficial solutions because they are afraid to look inward. Because looking inward means looking back at their past and the ugliness it contains. These angry women are ashamed of their behavior… behavior that has spanned generations. They are afraid to admit that causing emotional harm is in their DNA.

These hateful women are not victims of misunderstanding. People who understand personality disorders understand these man-haters better than they understand themselves. As long as angry man-haters call themselves feminists, feminism will always have the stigma of being an F-word.

Defenders of the Faith

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.

A Pleasant Exchange

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. 

Ghosting is Now a Thing

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.