I've had an epiphany. Not the one I like either. I have a person, let's call her that... who is absolutely fucking brilliant, and troubled. In fact, she's an addict, alcoholic, ... Well, she's compensated for companionship; denies vehemently that she's having sex for money; and yet...
The problem is I really like her. As in Really - REALLY. But, as recent lab tests have proved; there are significant risks to having sex with a roommate.
Telling me that she was abused as a child, hence the personality disorders de jour, she justifies all her actions as coping mechanisms. I'm not a therapist, and I do have a little lizard brain who often puts his fucking thumb on the scales when I'm trying to think.
Getting a dose didn't help (but to be fair, I don't know that it's her fault). It's possible that I already was infected, but unlikely.
But, anyone who resembles " Belle de Jour" (IMDB) is probably not a good candidate for a relationship of any kind.
People with personality disorders are not good candidates for anything except being used as a sex-toilet and you'd better have protection. Assuming you like that sort of thing. They're going to wreck their life, and if you are in the blast radius... you will end up in the crater as well. She's going to poison everything she touches....
(but the little voice says " but I still really like her").
Fuck.
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