I dated one for 2 years. That was about 10 years ago and I’m still really messed up.
I don’t even know where to start. She was very charming and relatively normal at first. She played the ‘life has been a total shit fest’ card with me, just one horrible story after another came out. She seemed so nice, so it was made out like she was a victim of really horrible circumstances, which in turn made me feel bad for her. I’m a sucker for broken people, what can I say.. I am a broken person, too, and I just really, really want to cuddle and soothe and fix these kinds of hurts in other people. That said, I had no idea of what I was getting myself into..
I ignored some red flags.. ended up moving across the country to be with her.. I pretty much bought it all, hook, line, and sinker. No one close to me like that had ever been so intentionally cruel and hurtful. Let’s see.. I moved, I arrived, and things were okay for a week or two. But then she refused to find a job and would blow up at me if I tried to discuss it. So, we blew through my savings and I was working 40 hours a week trying to support us, while she stayed up all night and played computer games. We ended up getting evicted because we couldn’t pay the rent.
During this time, we did some illegal things regarding money. She didn’t seem to have much of a conscience.
Really, everything was about her. She didn’t care about what other people wanted or how they felt, it was just all about her and her personal desires. She was an expert manipulator and would use sex to get money and stuff from people, then when she’d exhausted that as a resource, she’d just drop the person and move on.
We fought constantly and over the stupidest shit. Eventually, I got into placating her to avoid the huge volatile confrontations, yelling, insults, etc. One night, we got into a huge, nasty fight and when I went into my room and locked the door, she threatened to call the police to kick me out. I called her bluff and, sure enough, she called the cops. We were still fighting, but I was trying to be calm and rational and explain to the police what was going on. Once they saw I lived there, they simply asked me if I wouldn’t mind finding another place to stay for the night. I was sitting in the cop car outside, waiting for my friends to pick me up (because I’d sold my car to move, I didn’t own one), and the cop turns to me and says, “Wow. She is really crazy.” duh.
Everything was my fault. It was kind of amazing, how every single thing would get twisted around and blamed on me. Then she started cheating on me, which I suspected and confronted her with, and she lied to my face repeatedly about it.
I could go on and on and on.. it’s ridiculous to me that I put up with this for so long. The last thing I will say is that she was extraordinarily perceptive, like.. it seriously blew my mind at times. She would know things about me or my behavior or that sort of thing, that no one should have known without my talking about them. It was downright creepy, actually. Kind of like she could read my mind, though I know that’s impossible… but somehow she was so perceptive and such an excellent observer of people’s behavior that she could see inside enough to predict actions, thoughts, etc. Really freaky.