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April 16, 2009, 8:24 pm PDT
My Ex-Best Friend.
I used to have a friend with BPD. From the age of 10 she tried to convince people she was depressed. She almost succeeded, until a real psychiatrist came into town and diagnosed her. Multiple times she said she'd kill herself, but she never did, or even tried. She ended up in a mental health wrad for a while, only because she had lied about overdosing. She became addicted to sex from the age of 12. She even slept with a cable guy, she was that desperate. Growing up, she destroyed most other friendships I attempted to make. She stole boys who I became interested in. I loved this girl, I thought she was my best mate, but I was dearly wrong. I moved when I was about 15 to the city, and she moved shortly after to board to go to a dance school. It wasn't two bad, I mostly only saw her on weekends, when she stayed wih us. But soon after she started to meet my new friends. She went took email contacts of mine, and met up with friends behind my back. The only way I found out was because my friends told me. She started dating a best friend of mine when I was in the mental health ward after trying to kill myself, and she partially sent me back there when she turned my friend against me. But after two months of not talking to her, for the first time in our whole friendship, she apologised first. We started hanging out again, and she met more of my friends. But one night she went to a party, acted like a slut, and tried to get an aquainance of mine done for rape. Then she made other accusations about my family, said that me and my sibling both tried to sexually harrass her. She made claims that our family never fed her when she was with us, what a lie, when she stayed with us, she used to eat everything in out fridge, I even made cakes and soups for her when we didnt have much. I stopped talking to her, and thankfully shortly after sh moved again and I don't have to see her. I tried to be a loyal friend, and support her. As much as I hated how she acted, I loved her as a mate. I wish I could have helped her, but I'm afriad to say my Mother was right, two unstable people most of the time, can't be friends. I hope that anyone with BPD makes sure they get help, and I pray that one day, my ex-best friend will.
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