Thanks,sideblinded. I think so too. She's always telling me I need to get out more. But when I do,when I tell her about meeting people socially then somehow,I'm the bad guy. Not sure about the borderline personality thing,JJBX,but it could be possible. One of the last conversations I had with her,she was telling me about her son throwing a fit because of some missing MP3 player. All I said was,"I guess because I've grown up I don't feel the need for every electronic doo-dad that comes out," Then she responds with this line of horse plop about me growing up but not growing wiser,how I only go after girls who don't love me for me. I thought,"Okay. Where did that just come from?" Then she jumps to something else totally unrelated. She starts telling me about why she became a Christian. She asked me if I knew what the book of Enoch was. I didn't really,except that it was omitted from every printing of the bible in history. She lays down this story about seeing pieces of it and how some guy supposedly found it and took pictures of it,but when he tried to tell others they basically ridiculed him and he eventually died in an auto accident that may not have been an accident. So,yeah. That night was a real trip.

She has had a hard life,I will admit. Things nobody should have to go through. Physical and verbal abuse from an early age,sexually assaulted at one point in her life,a couple of broken marriages. But I've known people who went through the same and didn't even come close to saying half the stuff she does. It's like every day is some new page out of a crazy,mixed up storybook.