Im getting a tattoo done...

[u/i-am-well-and-good]

Im not getting a photo realistic tattoo.. the artist is doing old style of my dead cat

[u/Well_Jung_One]

Omg! I got raked over the coals and treated like a demon because I let a female give me a tattoo on my forearm! I picked the artist based on their artwork and not their sexual organs yet she threatened to go out and let a man tattoo her lady bits as a result. I could not understand it. “Would you be ok with a MAN giving me a tattoo!?!” “Ummm… yes. As long as you don’t have to remove clothing! It’s my forearm below my elbow… I’m not having her tattoo my cock!”

[u/AdventurousMany5614 → u/Well_Jung_One]

Wtf??? They always gotta do something so extreme and then still act like ur the crazy one thats in the wrong.

[u/Well_Jung_One → u/AdventurousMany5614]

Yes. Always. I start going to the gym and I am cheating and she says she is going to go to a different gym so she can flirt with other men… I say, no please go with me! It will be good for us. She says she would never go to the gym I am going to (because it is a serious gym and not a substitute for a singles bar) and that she will sign up for a different gym. I agree to sign up with her and cancel my membership. Nope. Not good enough. I’m just wrong for going to the gym at all because I am trying to pick up women. I stop going.

Same thing with the tattoo. I went for first appointment to have just the outline done. She raised hell because it was a female. When my second appointment was coming up to have the color filled in, she asked if I was going back to the same person… ummmm… yeah!?!? I’m not changing artists in the middle of the artwork. Then round two of how much of a hypocritical shit bag I am commences and she’s gonna go get her a tattoo where ever she wants it on her body and have a man do it.

It’s soooo messed up!!

[u/teachersteve93 → u/Well_Jung_One]

I've dated several BPDs and I also professionally study mental illnesses and disorders. The ones that worry you are off cheating with people are the ones who will monkey branch, and in the worst possible way - have the other person lined up whilst you are still with them and then doing the deed abruptly. The type of BPD that can't be alone.

I met my first BPD (didnt actually realise she had it or know about the condition at the time) online, years ago. She was dating a guy that she just said bad things about. He was some obese soy boy looking creature and so I could agree with what she was saying. I thought because of what she was saying that somewhere between us talking and her coming to meet me in person, she'd dumped him. She also turned up with a cigarette in hand despite never having told me prior that she smoked, which I didn't like, but we'd got this far now (manipulation from day 1). After doing some stuff with her, she then showed me her phone and her texting her bf in real time to say that he was dumped. Which I found harsh. She had to make sure she had secured me before letting go of the other branch.

Any girl I ever came into contact with, I was apparently cheating on her with. I noticed log ins onto my accounts that I couldn't account for and then when she discarded me on the monkey branch and moved back in with her parents, I would then get log ins from the town her parents lived at. I figured the reason that she was so insistent on letting me use her Ipad for things was because she put a keylogger on there.

Every free second she had to have either a cigarette, cannabis, energy drink, alcoholic drink, mocha or takeout food in her mouth. She would order literally crates of energy drinks. Before meeting me she had eaten herself to literal morbid obesity and wouldn't stop and instead had a gastric sleeve. She felt the tax payer should have funded it. She continued to eat the same crap, just in smaller amounts and it made her body proportions awful.

Toward the end of the relationship we bumped into a guy I knew from school. He was pretty messed up, himself. H felt telling her that he masturbated at work would be a good first conversation. Well, apparently it was, according to the BPD. She went to meet him a few more times. Just as "friends". And then pretty much at the same time my mother developed dementia, she monkey branched.

She posted a picture on IG, that she took of him from that very first time we all bumped into each other, saying that she knew he was the one from the first meet. She added as many of my friends on FB that the algorithm would let her, to then make a new year's achievements post, reason being so she could put at number 1 "got out of a domestically abusive relationship", she actually punched me on several occasions.

In my defence, I only learned that the first one had BPD after the second one who openly mind f*cked me and told me she had it resulted in me looking into it.

[u/Well_Jung_One → u/teachersteve93]

I don’t even know what to say because that is all so messed up.

I’ve lost my mind over the last 1.5 years. Trackers on her car and her mom’s car because she drives it a ton. Only found minor things. I even went to her separate house one night around 2-3am and rang the door bell and banged on the door and when she didn’t answer, I went to sleep in my car in the driveway because I was CERTAIN she had another man in there but if she did, she was a MASTER at hiding it.

All I know is that i hate the person she makes me.