Wow. Hadn't been on this site in a long time, and thought I'd chime in with a story real quick.
So i met a woman(44) at a show here in my city. We're both performers, but she is actually a celebrity and some of you may know her by name were I to mention. Not only is she a celebrity but pretty much has been since childhood. I on the other hand am older (33), although a dinosaur considering the industry I'm in. The terms of me getting her number were totally professional. I need help with a certain aspect of my career and she is probably the best person on the PLANET to help me, not just with my profession, but networking, clout, etc. etc.
A few moths after I met her and got her number, I texted her to see if she could help me out with my deficiencies. She immediately texted back and said she remembered me, and that she would LOVE to help. I said great, and we set up an appointment for later in the week for her to teach me some stuff. LAter that day, I'm walking through the mall and ring-ring! It's her. We end up talking on the phone for like an hour she gets my info, googles me and then calls me back like 30 minutes later and continues to rap with me about what we do. She says she thinks I'm pretty good already and that she can make me GREAT. Obviously, I'm stoked. Before I hang up, she was like " hey ya know, if you don't have anything going on, just come on over and hang with me and my buddy Bob. I'm really excited about this but play it cool. I just figured "Bob" was her boyfriend. I get over there and Bob is a flaming homo. Don't care, he was cool. But he was not this womans man. So I hang out over there all night. She gets me drunk, we laugh, joke, talk, work, etc. The chemistry and sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She asks me to stay, and I can sleep in her spare room, so I accept. Long story short, I slept with her. She made all the moves. It was effortless. Once in her bed though, I just fuxking demolished her like three time that night and the next morning. I knew this was too good to be true.
The next time we hang out, towards the end of the night she gets in my face questioning me if I've ever had gay sex. Like, all angry and skeptical. She says "Bob" thought I was putting off gay vibes. I'm totally taken back by this, defend myself to the point where I was just said **** it started getting dressed to leave. At this point she of course stops and wants me to stay. I fuxk her silly again.
I spend the next two months fuxking her like a champ, going to work and trying to get her to help me with what I originally talked to her about. She is helping everybody BUT me, and doing it for free, meanwhile making me feel guilty for not paying her the first time we hung out! Haha.
She is textbook BPD. I've studied this for almost a year now. I spotted it right away, but I'm trying to stick it out till I get what I need from her. Honestly, I don't think I can do it anymore. She's a sick woman, and honestly I feel kind of sorry for her. I have been a dik when she starts this BS. Have not put up with anything. I call her on her BS. ANd it has giving crazy results. If I were not to leave at times she will escalate to the death. She could kill someone. I'm not even joking.
Here is a list of some of the crazy crazy behavior from the beginning till now. Probably more too, but I'm going from memory.
1. Yells at me and says I TALLK TOOOO LOUUUUUD. Then tells me to be a gentleman. She is the one who is loud. Very loud.
2. Freaks out if I touch the gas in the car too hard or too soft as to create a slight push or pull. Tells me to drive like a gentleman. I say HEY, I'm driving this car. She threatens to walk home.
3. Mood changes out of the blue, and she'll start screaming at me to get out of the living room and do the dishes. I refuse. She gets violent. Punching, and swiped at me with a knife. Hit me in the face. Gathers my stuff up and throws me out at 2 and 3 in the morning. I'm drunk and drive home. This has happened COUNTLESS times. Then literally on my way home she'll switch into victim mode and accuse me of exactly what SHE did.
4.Tells me I'm a genius one minute and the next I suck and have no business being with her and shes ashamed of me and would never introduce me to her friends and family. She then kicks me out while being abusive. Immediately texts a barrage of texts that are incoherent, and accusatory. Then two days later introduces me to her mom, a living legend.
5. She'll invite me over then within 10 minutes of me getting there will be abusing me and telling me to leave.
6. The night she slashed me with a knife, she texted me the next morning saying "what happened honey, I blacked out. I've never done that before. I understand if you never want to talk to me again."
7. I finger fvcked her in a small neighborhood bar while it was packed till she came. She came hard. In public. She asks me to hit her, and fvck her like a beast, etc. But then will automatically switch and be like," No gentle gentle"...
8. Last night, I left again. I told her about the night she swiped me with the knife, but I misspoke and said "stabbed". She automatically says she remembers what happened. The I remind her that she "blacked out" how could she remember? She goes, "maybe I lied". She lies or remembers things that never happened. but in her mind she REALLY believes it
9. We're at a gas station. She gets out to go in and get cigs. Right then a bum comes from behind my truck and says "hey man you got a dollah? I say no. He goes, "yeah, but you gil in there..." I tell him to leave her the fvck alone. She comes out 3 minutes later lookin all *****y and asks me if I told that bum to come in and ask her for a cig. I say fvck no, and told her what happened. She keeps on and keeps on. She WILL NOT drop it. So I pull over IN THE HOOD and ask her if she is REALLY taking some strange bums word over mine. She looks me right in the eye and says, "yeah, I am. So I told her to get the fvck out of my truck. She nearly kicked the door off, IN HEELS, and calls my dad, puts him on seaker phone and tells him that if I dont take her where she wants to go shes gonna "break my fvckin nose."
10. Texted me this morning saying she went to the hospital thinking she had a heart attack. She says it's because I accused her of stabbing me. I still have a scab on my forearm. I think the hostpital story is a lie anyway.
I would love to end this, and be friends so I still have her as a friend/reference.
Thoughts?
So i met a woman(44) at a show here in my city. We're both performers, but she is actually a celebrity and some of you may know her by name were I to mention. Not only is she a celebrity but pretty much has been since childhood. I on the other hand am older (33), although a dinosaur considering the industry I'm in. The terms of me getting her number were totally professional. I need help with a certain aspect of my career and she is probably the best person on the PLANET to help me, not just with my profession, but networking, clout, etc. etc.
A few moths after I met her and got her number, I texted her to see if she could help me out with my deficiencies. She immediately texted back and said she remembered me, and that she would LOVE to help. I said great, and we set up an appointment for later in the week for her to teach me some stuff. LAter that day, I'm walking through the mall and ring-ring! It's her. We end up talking on the phone for like an hour she gets my info, googles me and then calls me back like 30 minutes later and continues to rap with me about what we do. She says she thinks I'm pretty good already and that she can make me GREAT. Obviously, I'm stoked. Before I hang up, she was like " hey ya know, if you don't have anything going on, just come on over and hang with me and my buddy Bob. I'm really excited about this but play it cool. I just figured "Bob" was her boyfriend. I get over there and Bob is a flaming homo. Don't care, he was cool. But he was not this womans man. So I hang out over there all night. She gets me drunk, we laugh, joke, talk, work, etc. The chemistry and sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She asks me to stay, and I can sleep in her spare room, so I accept. Long story short, I slept with her. She made all the moves. It was effortless. Once in her bed though, I just fuxking demolished her like three time that night and the next morning. I knew this was too good to be true.
The next time we hang out, towards the end of the night she gets in my face questioning me if I've ever had gay sex. Like, all angry and skeptical. She says "Bob" thought I was putting off gay vibes. I'm totally taken back by this, defend myself to the point where I was just said **** it started getting dressed to leave. At this point she of course stops and wants me to stay. I fuxk her silly again.
I spend the next two months fuxking her like a champ, going to work and trying to get her to help me with what I originally talked to her about. She is helping everybody BUT me, and doing it for free, meanwhile making me feel guilty for not paying her the first time we hung out! Haha.
She is textbook BPD. I've studied this for almost a year now. I spotted it right away, but I'm trying to stick it out till I get what I need from her. Honestly, I don't think I can do it anymore. She's a sick woman, and honestly I feel kind of sorry for her. I have been a dik when she starts this BS. Have not put up with anything. I call her on her BS. ANd it has giving crazy results. If I were not to leave at times she will escalate to the death. She could kill someone. I'm not even joking.
Here is a list of some of the crazy crazy behavior from the beginning till now. Probably more too, but I'm going from memory.
1. Yells at me and says I TALLK TOOOO LOUUUUUD. Then tells me to be a gentleman. She is the one who is loud. Very loud.
2. Freaks out if I touch the gas in the car too hard or too soft as to create a slight push or pull. Tells me to drive like a gentleman. I say HEY, I'm driving this car. She threatens to walk home.
3. Mood changes out of the blue, and she'll start screaming at me to get out of the living room and do the dishes. I refuse. She gets violent. Punching, and swiped at me with a knife. Hit me in the face. Gathers my stuff up and throws me out at 2 and 3 in the morning. I'm drunk and drive home. This has happened COUNTLESS times. Then literally on my way home she'll switch into victim mode and accuse me of exactly what SHE did.
4.Tells me I'm a genius one minute and the next I suck and have no business being with her and shes ashamed of me and would never introduce me to her friends and family. She then kicks me out while being abusive. Immediately texts a barrage of texts that are incoherent, and accusatory. Then two days later introduces me to her mom, a living legend.
5. She'll invite me over then within 10 minutes of me getting there will be abusing me and telling me to leave.
6. The night she slashed me with a knife, she texted me the next morning saying "what happened honey, I blacked out. I've never done that before. I understand if you never want to talk to me again."
7. I finger fvcked her in a small neighborhood bar while it was packed till she came. She came hard. In public. She asks me to hit her, and fvck her like a beast, etc. But then will automatically switch and be like," No gentle gentle"...
8. Last night, I left again. I told her about the night she swiped me with the knife, but I misspoke and said "stabbed". She automatically says she remembers what happened. The I remind her that she "blacked out" how could she remember? She goes, "maybe I lied". She lies or remembers things that never happened. but in her mind she REALLY believes it
9. We're at a gas station. She gets out to go in and get cigs. Right then a bum comes from behind my truck and says "hey man you got a dollah? I say no. He goes, "yeah, but you gil in there..." I tell him to leave her the fvck alone. She comes out 3 minutes later lookin all *****y and asks me if I told that bum to come in and ask her for a cig. I say fvck no, and told her what happened. She keeps on and keeps on. She WILL NOT drop it. So I pull over IN THE HOOD and ask her if she is REALLY taking some strange bums word over mine. She looks me right in the eye and says, "yeah, I am. So I told her to get the fvck out of my truck. She nearly kicked the door off, IN HEELS, and calls my dad, puts him on seaker phone and tells him that if I dont take her where she wants to go shes gonna "break my fvckin nose."
10. Texted me this morning saying she went to the hospital thinking she had a heart attack. She says it's because I accused her of stabbing me. I still have a scab on my forearm. I think the hostpital story is a lie anyway.
I would love to end this, and be friends so I still have her as a friend/reference.
Thoughts?
