Yes, I do. She is the love of my life, and soulmate.
Think classically autistic, slim yet curvy, long, long dark hair, a voice to die for, incredibly intelligent. Whenever I think about her, I get chills that run down through my spine.
I would never, ever, EVER have dealings with a borderline. They are fucked up, noxious little ratbastards. Only good BPD bitch is a dead BPD bitch. I was stuck for 2 years with my former housemate who was DEFINITELY borderline. A compulsive, serial liar, hid my meds, to make me withdraw so she could look good and have my immense gratitude when she made me all but beg on all fours like a dog for a couple of valium and/or some painkillers, made me think my two best friends had actually stolen my meds, stole all sorts of stuff from me and my old man, even went through his wallet as he went for a slash in the morning and jacked him for 20 quid notes etc.
trashed my house, went completely off on psychotic episodes where she/it would swear down that she saw screaming faces in the walls amongst other, less pleasant things. On occasions, when we got lost at night in my favourite local woodland, my childhood favourite place, and when I finally got us out, went off on one, and refused to climb over a fence mainly because it was wet....I had to boot the fence down so we could walk over it before It would even attempt to get past it. Not easy when my knee and hip are so weak that I can scarcely even stand on one leg, let alone kick down a fence, although I did eventually manage to introduce it to my ceramic toe cap combat boots. In hindsight, it was The Whore from Hades that I should have fucking well curbstomped into the dirt. It would have saved me the best (or should I say, the twatting well worst) parts of two crowbegotten hellish years...having to go hungry for days on end just to bee able to make sure Padfoot, my former cat (RIP paddy, he got mowed by a hit and run driver, just about survived, only to crawl into a garden and be torn apart by a fox) had food and fresh litter in his tray, having to go out at 3am odd, and slash open charity donation bags and search them for clothes we could wear, because I was unable to afford clothes, so I rooted through them both for something to wear for us both, and something to sell.
I did get a nice warm, comfy coat out of my searching though, at least. And some long-sleeved black tops. Since all that stuff was for donation to help those in need, I see no problem in pinching a few essentials. Granted I skipped the 'pay the charity shop' steps, but I consider making sure my kitten has food and cat litter more important by a bloody well long shot more important by far, than paying them. I would NOT have let him starve, even when I had to myself.
