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Cake day: June 26th, 2023

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  • BPD and NPD (narcissism) are related.

    I was sure my ex was a narcissist and I wasn’t surprised at all by her diagnosis, except I expected NPD.

    Funny thing, my ex never drank, but after I caught her cheating I also had to drag her out of dangerous places so intoxicated she couldn’t stand and was vomiting on herself regularly.

    It’s like once that door opened, the floodgates opened with it.

    I’ve always been a drinker, but I have two beers a night (10% alcohol, so almost 4 typical beers). In all the years we were together she drank only one time until those floodgates opened.

    I am going to a Modest Mouse concert with my wife tomorrow, just kissed her good night and went outside the hotel for a smoke. I can’t believe I have her at all.

    I hope you have amazing luck for the rest of your life. I really do.


  • theangryseal@lemmy.worldtocats@lemmy.world#Goals
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    You’re absolutely right. That bit about projection is so true. My ex was always convinced I was cheating with someone, but it never even crossed my mind. She only ever outright accused me once, but my sister said that she was always paranoid about it.

    Life is crazy, isn’t it?

    I don’t want to spend my life paranoid and looking for crap to explode all the time. I just want a peaceful life.

    I have refused to build up walls because of my ex.

    I’m glad you’re doing well too. I hope it keeps going that way for you.

    I’d be willing to bet that if we talked for a few hours we’d find many parallels. My ex was diagnosed with BPD right at the end of our relationship. Of course, I “made that up” once she did some reading and realized it was the answer for everything.


  • Man, it got so crazy at the end it was unfuckingbelievable.

    She went around telling people I beat and raped her, all kinds of things.

    If there wasn’t something wrong with my brain I’d be terrified to ever do it again.

    It caused me to seriously believe that any long lasting relationship only lasts because one of the two always has their head in the sand.

    Even after all of that, I’m still who I always was. I do not spy on my wife, I respect her privacy. I never even have the desire to go digging.

    I can’t help but wonder though, if I did would everything come crashing down.

    As long as she’s smart enough to keep it from being blatant, I’ll never know. That’s how my ex got away with so much chaos over the years. I never once looked. She got too confident with one though, either confident or impatient. She slipped up and told easily verifiable lies. “I’m house sitting for my sister.” The only time she was ever asked to do that. Didn’t make sense. “I’m not ignoring you, I’m just watching Shameless on Netflix and I keep falling asleep.” Nothing had been played for days on Netflix.

    When I caught her red handed with a guy, she told me to my face that he was a gay friend of her sister. He couldn’t even look at me. She said the car he was driving was her sister’s car. Same color, different make and model, tags from another state.

    And my god, the people all around me who knew, smiled and waved, and never said a word.

    It just blows my mind. It really does.

    I have no idea how I managed to trust anyone enough to ever do this again.


  • theangryseal@lemmy.worldtocats@lemmy.world#Goals
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    Man, I had the complete opposite experience. I had a nervous breakdown, fought like hell to make it work, caught her cheating over and over again, lost my mind completely.

    Then, when I couldn’t take anymore and had spent a night out looking for her when she failed to get back home after a concert, only for her to show up the next afternoon with a hickey on her neck, I decided enough was enough.

    I went out with a girl who had been asking me out for a while, fell in love, and moved on.

    She lost her damn mind and tried to get me to come back, but it was too late. She ended up committed to a hospital, then after a fight on her end to fix things she ended up with the last guy she cheated with and then died from cancer a few years later.

    Fortunately he turned out to be a great guy and took care of her through it all.

    It’s crazy how fast everything has gone since then. I’ve been with the girl I mentioned above for nearly a decade, we have children, and still have passion.

    I felt like I had spent a thousand years with my ex. If started when I was around 18 and ended when I was around 32. We lived together for 10 years.

    This last decade has gone by in a minute, and I can’t believe I will have lived with my wife for longer than I ever lived with anyone just around the corner.

    I believe that I am better prepared to deal with such chaos now, but I hope I never have to again.

    Man, I could write a book on the chaos that was my ex.

    The first chapter would open up with the story about us just being very close friends, and her telling me that when she turned 18 she’d move in with me. Well, the day came and she did just that, packed her bags and showed up to my place in the middle of the night.

    About 4 days later I got a call at work, “If you don’t bring my daughter home tonight, you will have hell to pay.”

    “Oh yeah!?” I replied. “Well, she’s 18 now and she doesn’t have to be your fucking prisoner anymore, bitch! Have a good life!” click

    Phone rings again, “Listen! I don’t know what my goddamn headache of a daughter has told you, but she just turned 17. My advice to you would be to call someone to come take your shift and get in your ugly little car, and bring my daughter home now or rot in jail!”

    Uh oh. I did just that. She cried all the way home. Her mom told me if she ever seen my car in her driveway again, I’d go to jail. I had the apology letter my ex wrote me for years, but she burned the box of letters when we split. It went something like, “I’m really sorry I lied to you. I thought you were awesome when we met and I thought you wouldn’t talk to me if you had known my actual age. Time went by and it became more embarrassing and harder to deal with. I didn’t think my mom cared if I left. I didn’t think she’d even try to get me to come back home. I’m never there, and she never cares.”

    That should have been it, but one year later she showed up with her bags again. We lived together as friends for months, slept in the same queen size bed under our own blankets. One night we moved on each other and that was all she wrote.

    Man, that isn’t even the craziest story with her haha. But it was always something like that. She lied about EVERYTHING. I believed her father was a lawyer for the first 5 years of our relationship. Turns out he was a mechanic. He’s actually been a meme for the last few years, but I don’t want to dox myself. You have definitely seen the meme, I can say that much. He became a meme for something really, really dumb too.

    All the years I was with her, I didn’t meet him until her funeral. I feel guilty, but I said that out loud when I shook is hand. “It’s crazy that your granddaughter is 13 and we’re meeting you for the first time at her mom’s funeral.” You could tell it hurt him, and I still lose sleep over that because I wouldn’t want someone to say something like that to my father and I doubt he’d even be at my funeral.

    Sorry for the book. I’ll stop now.





  • How would a civil war even play out nowadays?

    I imagine the United States fracturing into multiple independent states that form alliances with each other in some way. Will there be independent cities, landlocked, surrounded by enemies? Will forces move in to occupy and conquer lands up to and around cities? How many states will survive to have actual statehood?

    “We traveled into the Carolina empire into an area once known as Southwest Virginia. Fighting continued for months, but we couldn’t make progress. The locals know these mountains better than we ever could, even with our tech, they were killing us with pellet guns and improvised explosives called, “yee haws”. So we made our way into Georgabamasippi to hide among the Cousins and regroup. I’m keeping hope alive that the United States of California will make its way east, but even the word California can get you killed in these parts. I know you’ll probably never get this message, but it’s set to send as soon as I get signal, if I ever get signal. I love you, my darling. -1337NUTZ69420”

    I hope I never have to live through anything like that, but I’d love to play the video game or watch the series of movies. :p


  • This. As a hillbilly with no access to books growing up, with my education practically stopping at the 4th grade and no stores in sight to purchase books from, I would have never had access to the things I read without piracy.

    I half believe that’s why it’s an issue in the first place.

    I started my reading adventure at 640x480 on windows 98.




  • Hey man, I’m an Appalachian hillbilly. I’m right there with you. My people actually busted their asses to win union representation, fought and died for it, killed their opposition in the streets.

    Nowadays they’re licking boots and voting roughly 90% for republicans who lie and tell them that coal can come back.

    If their grandparents knew that they’d turned to suck the cocks of the coal bosses they’d rise from their graves and gun them down.

    We’ve not only been left to rot, but actively participated in covering ourselves in shit and now we’re letting the maggots feast on our flesh.

    I understand your frustration.

    We have great music, great food, flat asses, and no brains.


  • Bro, it is all of us.

    Human beings have shown over and over again throughout history that no matter their heritage, they’re just dumb and incapable of seeing it.

    We have brilliant humans all over the world from varying backgrounds, but most of us (myself included in oh so many ways) are just pitifully incapable of getting any of this right.

    We focus on what is in front of us and relevant in a moment, and when another human starts running and screaming, we all start running and screaming. We don’t stop to ask why because we don’t want to get eaten or left behind.

    Someone else shows up and starts eating a little grass in the little stupid field, and the rest start looking for things to chase them off over. “Something ain’t right about his hat. It’s funny! Git eeeeem!”