a crazy ex-girlfriend thread

[Perham]

as Java wanted! the title says it all.

[JavaBlack]

My most recent ex was somewhat of a hell to be going out with, but that whole "falling in love" thing and the fact that I tend to get loyal to people fairly quickly... made it complicated.
She was bipolar and had an eating disorder. I essentially transformed from a boyfriend into a combination psychiatrist/nanny-state in my attempts to engineer her into a sustainable life. It didn't work because her entire identity throughout her life (no thanks to her parents and the institutions she was kept in) was built around being insane.
Mercifully she broke up with me... which broke the whole spell and absolved me from any guilt.

We had little in common really... but the good part was that in dealing with her I learned two major lessons:
1. people who spend all their time hating themselves hurt those that care about them.
2. I am capable of getting things done reasonably competently.
Within a short time I finished college, moved from blue collar to white collar work, and started dating the woman who would become my wife.

I do hope that somehow she does get some real help. She's a decent person deep down, just stuck as an eternal adolescent- possibly more by the way she's treated than by the mental illnesses themselves.
But of course you know the system: Put 'em on drugs and get 'em outta the way!

[Lackluster]

This is a true story now, and she was just slightly loopy rather than full on crazy, and very sweet to boot. It was an experience I had several months before I met her that was the real source for my mirth.

I was at a bar when I was 19 or 20 (18 being the legal drinking age where I lived then), and an older woman sidled up next to me drunk as a skunk, probably 45 or so, and looking like nothing so much as an old boozehound on the prowl. Before I knew it, she was running her fingers through my hair and slipping her hand inside my shirt to rub on my chest and cooing in my ear. She was old enough to be my mother! Anyway, being the polite young man I was at the time, I disengaged as best I could and set a new record time for the hundred meter dash.

Well, one day I was walking down the street with Jessica, and noticed this same woman walking towards us. I was worried momentarily that the women would recognize me, but having just decided she was probably too drunk to remember much of anything figured it didn't matter, so I decided to tell J about it. I really didn't get the opportunity, however as just about the time I turned towards her to whisper in her ear, she went dashing towards the older woman, put her arms around her and cried "MOM!".

[Perham]

Originally Posted by Lackluster

This is a true story now, and she was just slightly loopy rather than full on crazy, and very sweet to boot. It was an experience I had several months before I met her that was the real source for my mirth.

I was at a bar when I was 19 or 20 (18 being the legal drinking age where I lived then), and an older woman sidled up next to me drunk as a skunk, probably 45 or so, and looking like nothing so much as an old boozehound on the prowl. Before I knew it, she was running her fingers through my hair and slipping her hand inside my shirt to rub on my chest and cooing in my ear. She was old enough to be my mother! Anyway, being the polite young man I was at the time, I disengaged as best I could and set a new record time for the hundred meter dash.

Well, one day I was walking down the street with Jessica, and noticed this same woman walking towards us. I was worried momentarily that the women would recognize me, but having just decided she was probably too drunk to remember much of anything figured it didn't matter, so I decided to tell J about it. I really didn't get the opportunity, however as just about the time I turned towards her to whisper in her ear, she went dashing towards the older woman, put her arms around her and cried "MOM!".

really?! wow!

[Perham]

I didn't have any crazy girlfriends in a literal meaning, but I had a girlfriend that was crazy! I think she was over active. I couldn't control him. one day in a cafe in the northern city of rasht, me and her, with some of common friends were sitting on a round table. everyone ordered something. she ordered turkish coffee. her coffee was not warm so she decided to let the manager know about it. she went back of the bar, into the manager's place. it was quite normal till now, but I heard a scream and sound of breaking glass. I rushed into the manager's place thinking that he attacked her or something like that. instead what do you think I saw? she was breaking everything into his head!!! I was shocked, and didn't know what to do!! we payed 3000$ (27M IRR) for the fines. guess what? I dumped her after that. she was uncontrollable.

[B L Zeebub]

Originally Posted by Perham

I didn't have any crazy girlfriends in a literal meaning, but I had a girlfriend that was crazy! I think she was over active. I couldn't control him.

Fruedian slip

[Perham]

Originally Posted by B L Zeebub

Fruedian slip

that was not "unconscious error", it was so "conscious error"! she was not crazy, she was a little crazy!!

[JavaBlack]

Originally Posted by Perham

that was not "unconscious error", it was so "conscious error"! she was not crazy, she was a little crazy!!

I think he's referring to the "him" part.

[Perham]

oh (*)(*)(*)(*)! no, he was a she!

you should forgive me on this, because english is not my native language, and it's really easy for me to make mistakes. although I check my sentences twice, sometimes Freudian slips occur! LOL

and we only have one pronoun for the third-person. he/she = "'oo" او

[SpotsCat]

Originally Posted by JavaBlack

My most recent ex was somewhat of a hell to be going out with...

Without meaning to be too inquisitive, I'd like to ask - "How was the sex?"

I went out with a girl in the early 90's who was loony, stone-cold wacko, I mean absolutely 110% nuttier than a Snickers bar! I never knew exactly what was wrong with her - other than that she had some serious mental problems - but I do remember she was taking Prozac at the time we went out, and had taken Xanax, Haldol, and some other medications at one time or another (the medicine cabinet in her bathroom looked like the shelf of a pharmacy).

She was able to function - she held a job as a clerk in the hospital where I worked at that time - and lead a somewhat normal life, but every so often... it's like a screw would come loose, and she'd be off! I mean like, one month her house would be so spotless that you could eat off of the floors, next month it would look worse than the frat house in "Animal House". We'd go to a restaurant, order dinner, and if it wasn't perfect - like if her steak was medium-well instead of medium - she'd begin crying and sobbing almost to the point of hysteria. Almost every moment spent with her was like sitting next to a ticking time bomb, and just waiting for it to go off.

But the sex - OMG! Remember that bit from Sam Kinison about being her nastiest, dirtiest, filthiest lover, so that later in her life she looks back and there's everyone else and there's you? That's her in reverse! She did things you couldn't pay a hooker to do!

Without going into any graphic detail, let me say that words like wild, adventurous, uninhibited, and spontaneous certainly apply to her.

So the reason I ask about the sex, is that I've never met anyone else who has dated someone with mental problems, and I was just wondering if that is one of the side effects of mental instability, or if she was just a slut.