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Down in Flames Part II - The Insightful Bachelor Bares His Soul
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Down in Flames Part II - The Insightful Bachelor Bares His Soul This afternoon, I connected with Number Four's mother and we spent two hours chatting. I think she needed the conversation as much as her needs my advice. I filled in the gaps where she had been stuck at 'something just isn't right'. Long story short, borderline doesn't change its stripes. If anything, it's worse for Number Four, because it seems as I suspected, the ex has added narcissistic personality disorder to her mix. She's essentially a more sophisticated Donald Trump, with boobs and no legs. We cleared up a number of lies that have been told about me and confirmed certain suspicions I had at the time of my divorce. Even the most independent soul appreciates some occasional validation. The conversation provided validation for her as well. There were a few chuckles over the blatant manipulation tactics my ex continues to use and it made me feel good to be able to provide some guidance that'll minimize the damage to Number Four, his mental health, and bank account. Unfortunately, the call also broke my heart. I've likely mentioned it in another entry, but when borderlines have more than one , one becomes the 'white' and a another, the 'black' . The white can do no wrong and is the apple of their mother's eye. The other rarely does anything right and never feels unconditional love; their childhood is a series of loyalty tests. In most cases, the black become borderlines, themselves. I knew nothing of this when I met my wife, but it was impossible to miss how she favored her over her . In an effort to balance the situation, I made a point of showing Alexandra consistent, unconditional love. She was my golden haired princess and I was both her fiercest protector and biggest cheerleader. The two of us were thick as thieves. But as she grew into her teens, our relationship became a bit rocky. I continued to do my level best to be the constant in her life, but it was tough. She had already begun to exhibit what I now know to be borderline tendencies and was frequently just out of control. We had some contact after the separation, where I begged her to get into therapy, offering to choose a therapist and pay for her treatment. Her mother had thrown her out, so I even offered to support her living expenses. All she needed to do was go in with an open mind. She wound up breaking contact shortly after, not managing to go to a single session. Worth noting is my ex made it more attractive to the not to have contact with me, so we completely lost touch. No, that didn't hurt at all or become one of the few topics I refuse to talk about any further than what you've just read. Anyway, I still kept tabs on the via social media. Alex went on to drive urban revitalization in our hometown, open two thrift shops, get married, and was named a woman in business to watch. I was so proud of her and overjoyed that she seemed to have broken the cycle. During my conversation with Number Four's mother, she told me that the Alex she knows is what she can best describe as angry. She said she lies and manipulates almost as much as her mother, if not to the same level of sophistication. Learning that ripped my heart to shreds. She's the innocent, the baby, and she's had no one to protect her who understands what she's really been through. It's a fucking tragedy and a fucking crime. |
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How's that for some quality vulnerability on a fucking Tuesday, kids?
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4/22/2020 1:11 am |
ain't it a bitch... that children learn not what we teach them rather they learn what we show them there is a world of difference between insanity and stupidity
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