BELIEVE ME this man never fought for me. Ever. We had so many fights where I'd say, "I can't do this anymore," and he'd just let me walk away. Because he knew that, as someone with BPD, he had me. All he had to do was ignore me and wait for me to feel abandoned, and beg for him to pay attention again. Never once did he fight for me. Because this was the crux of plenty of arguments. I'd ask him, "You say you want this, but you never fight for it. I need someone who wants to fight for this the way that I am. Why don't you?" And there was never a straight answer. Or it was turned around onto me, to how everything was my fault, to how I was so crazy, and he basically had to put up with me, and seriously, wasn't that fight enough?

I was so easy to take advantage of. It was probably a vacation from his normal predatory ways...all he had to do was sit back, drop a few bread crumbs here and there, and let me spin my own story about a relationship that didn't even exist.