Never Ride in a Car with a BPD Jackass

Posted: November 21, 2012 in Misc

Okay, some new information has surfaced since I last posted. Well, actually I kinda knew but wasn’t going to say anything because it’s hard to admit any weakness. I have been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and I have tested HLA B27 positive, which is a genetic condition that probably led to the Fibromyalgia. Anyway, I am in pain constantly. I’m not whining. I’m not being a baby. I’m just saying this so you all understand the severity of asshole’s actions last night.

Okay, so I am stiff and in pain all of the time. I mean ALL of the time lately. And I’m in the car after walking around shopping at Sam’s Club for like 2 hours and sore as hell. Two Vicodin 10/325s and a Gabapentin wasn’t even helping. Well, Mr. BPD decides that someone on the road has given him a dirty look. Don’t ask me why. Probably never even happened, but in Mr. BPD’s eyes he had to prove a point. So he slams on the accelerator (we have quite a bit of horse power so this itself jolted me back in my seat) and then he had to literally slam on the brakes and come to a screeching halt, which threw me against the dashboard so he wouldn’t run a red light. It literally felt like someone had stabbed me in my spine and my joints when that happened.

The sad thing is, Mr. BPD thought his actions were perfectly acceptable. Never mind the pain the brought me to tears. He had proven his point to whoever had given him a “dirty look” so my ensuing pain didn’t matter.

Anyway, just another day in the life of living with someone with BPD. Oh, and did you know that stress causes flare-ups of this condition? Talk about a double-edged sword.

I don’t want sympathy or pity. Just want everyone to realize that people like Mr. BPD care only about themselves and no one else and they are usually highly delusional and think everyone is out to get them. I couldn’t even laugh at him last night. It was just too much and I got overwhelmed. How can someone be so fucked up? I just don’t get it sometimes.

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