I'm not a narcissist. I got confirmation of that during my recent psych hospitalization. I do have BPD. It's been coming up on five years since things ended with Jeff. Let's hope he's gotten his shit together, as I've done quite a bit of work in five years and am certainly coming out the other side of my issues in the area of finding it obligatory to get involved with married men. Short explanation: Daddy Issues. Your condemnation is neither warranted nor appreciated. I suspect you're projecting your own hurts at the hands of a woman that is capable of doing what I've done. Here's the ticket, though, all of us are capable of depraved acts the likes of which we never dreamed possible. Point the finger at me, turn it around and point it right back at yourself. Yes, lots of assholes in my life. Less these days, or they impact me far less now that I value myself more. But still. I'm doing the work. I'm doing the seriously hard hard work. I believe I'm to be commended for my transparency in sharing the ugliest aspects of who I am. I sparked a response in you, sadly a negative one. But my words have impact. That's the goal. To make people think. To get a reaction. And then, my great hope is, people will look at why they're having the reaction they're having, and do the work they need to do on themselves. My greatest goal in sharing is to help people with mental illness understand they can behave in ways that go against their Truth and not self-condemn. Because we are all capable of depraved acts the likes of which we never dreamed possible.