I fear that it will be a long time before he accepts it. The tantrums, sobbing and selfie porn videos have not slackened off, but I do feel better not responding.

I think I went through the normal stages of grief when I had that breakup and it sounds like you did too. It seems like ours don't have that mental program where reality comes into play. I've seen a big lack of empathy with mine and not being able to see things from my perspective. All there is, is his sexual needs and the need to show his family up by having a girlfriend he can show off.

Oh boy, I'm sorry to hear about the violent incident. No one deserves that, not matter how they act. I had something just like that a few years ago where I was accused of not being a good housekeeper.

I have been playing a lot of what I ignored back through my head. When we first started hanging out in our group he was very standoffish. Then, it was stories about how he doesn't trust anyone, especially women. I just listened patiently and encouraged him to make female friends. I could tell that he began relying on my patience and advice more and more. About five months in he said he was starting to trust me and I said, good, you should meet some nice girls. He told me that his only sexual experience with a woman was at 15 and he was forced. It was about the same time that he began driving all of our mutual friends away. That was a red flag. Then, it was that he only trusted me and then the calls to come over because he had a battle with his family and he was thinking of hurting himself or drinking. Then, the increasing demands for my time and attention. By this time I was realizing that I dug a pit for myself and it was going to be hard to extricate. All the time I was just hoping that I was helping a friend.

I do know now that my big failing in this was in trying to out logic him once I realized the pit I was in. At one point, when he was demanding a relationship I told him what it would cost him to be in a relationship with me in terms of expenses and basically how to be an adult. There is no way he could afford an adult relationship since he is broke and unemployed so I figured he would realize that and move on. I even began to act snobby towards him, flaunting money and material things so he would think I was a b and move on. Once, when we went to coffee after some of his outbursts I ordered and I never asked if he wanted anything and I made him watch as I ate and drank and I knew he was hungry. I kept hoping he'd just say, Alice, you're a b and I'm out of here! I'm pretty sure since I even discussed a relationship, he saw it as an in.

I'm so sorry to hear what you've been through in your relationships. I think I can understand some of what you're going through. Why did psychotherapy put the label on you? I have no problem with physical intimacy, but emotionally I'm very shallow. Between my upbringing and a couple of life altering events I find it difficult to feel, understand and to express deep emotions. My husband frequently calls me the android or the Vulcan.