If there are any regular readers of this blog, I’m gonna have to apologize in advance. Buckle up, it’s going to be a wild ride. We’re surfing the emotions of a borderline after all, so it’s gonna be up and down like a goddamn tsunami. My wife is adding a psych certificate to her master’s, so I’ve been letting her speak for me to the loony ex. My wife has never seen a bigger borderline than my ex. She does clinicals in psych treatment facilities for christ sakes.

Okay, I’m gonna be petty now, because I think it’ll be therapeutic. Besides, that fat bitch deserves it, so here goes.

She’s gotta be pushing 400 lbs by this point. It’s funny how her ugliness is compounded by everything she does. This crazy borderline bitch split her tongue for fuck sakes. That doesn’t exactly scream “mentally well”, it definitely screams “I don’t have a solid identity” though. When I was with her I made huge compromises in what I found visually appealing. She’s shaped like a man. She literally has a giant barrel gut and no ass or tits, and it’s grotesque. Literally grotesque. The love bombing was very effective, jesus christ. I had questioned if the apperaance of her body implied I might be gay, because she is not feminine shaped at all. She’s got like a “goth brontosaurus” thing going. I’m so glad she’s out of the picture, because I am not gay. I love boobs and butts. I love my wife’s boobs and butt. I missed physical intimacy with an actual female and not a sad immitation of a female.

So the ex said to me not too long ago: “I’ve been discussing with my therapist and she thinks it might be ASD and not BPD”. Pretty sure I mentioned this here. It’s been rubbing me the wrong way for a minute. She was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder a minimum of twice so far. The diagnosis is spot on. It’s absolutely a believable diagnosis, if not obvious to even non-medical people. My wife is adding psych to her master’s degree via a certificate, so she’s clinically equipped to spot this stuff and she says that my ex is one of the worst borderlines she’s seen.

It just never ends. So apparently my borderline ex is trying to wear my son down with more gaslighting and manipulation. It sounds like he’s just breaking down around her because of all her borderline behaviors and she’s refusing to do a DBT workbook to make his life easier. Of course she’s lying to me, I’ll never get the truth out of her, but my son isn’t borderline. I know that because I have the same reaction to her behavior as any more sane person would. If someone is screaming at you that the sky is purple and degrading you and calling you every horrible thing in the dictionary, you tend to double down that the sky is blue and respond in kind.

These morons are already declaring “America’s Decline is OVER!” The irony is that they don’t have a good vision for this country. Theirs is one of a depraved “late stage capitalist” nightmare. Pretty soon you won’t be able to own things anymore. They’re going to tell you it’s for your own good. They’re going to tell you it makes commodities cheaper. They’re lying. It makes commodities more profitable for them to sell, and the moment they secure their place as the monopoly they’re going to rug you. They’re going to jack prices up to where any value you may have seen is entirely gone. That’s how they get you. They rob you blind and tell you it’s for your own good, and since they’ve worked so hard to destroy the education system, you don’t fucking question it. You goddamn sheep. Seriously. Quit letting people tell you how to think and feel about very disgusting situations. Stop just eating the shit they produce by the fistful. It’s not worth it. None of it is worth it.

It’s interesting to think that in the US; being convicted of rape isn’t exactly a dealbreaker for voters selecting a president. The intellect behind this notion isn’t exactly a powerful one. It seems to be the result of eroding the education system for nearly a century.

It’s wild to me that people who know they have BPD and know they lie and manipulate all the time will insist you “trust” them about things, even though you don’t ever engage them on whether you believe they’re trustworthy or not. I guess that’s one of the reasons experts insist on the “gray rock” method of dealing with borderlines. Anything and everything you say at them, you say it robitically and without any passion or emphasis. Zero emotion whatsoever. This includes not pointing out that they’re lying, because it’s guaranteed to shut everything down. Are they lying? Of course, their lips are moving. Does it benefit you at all to express your disbelief? No, it never mattered in the first place. Not to them, not to you; it doesn’t matter. They’re not doing DBT workbooks. You don’t matter enough for them to tell the truth, no matter who you are to them. Worst of all, their own kids don’t even matter enough to them to get the truth. They’ll lie to and gaslight their own children and inevitably push their own kids away. My kid is eleven and he knows when he’s being lied to. He knows more than the borderline thinks he knows, and she still lies to him. He knows it’s not right, it makes him cry. Will she ever get her shit together and start doing therapy honestly? No, not in a million fucking years, she’s so used to taking the easy way out of everything that it’s just pathetic.

For the umteenth time I’ve logged yet another page in my journal of “co-parenting with a borderline”. This entry ends up highlighting the pitch black feet my son had coming from his mother’s house and the fact that he was gifted a Motorola Razr phone when the furnace doesn’t even work.

In most jurisdictions this is frowned upon. CPS will give you resources to pay bills and things if you’re actually just in dire financial straits, but if you’re just showing how selfish you are prioritizing stupidity over necessary things like a home above freezing temperature they will frown at you big time.