She’s Fragile Not like a Flower, But like a bomb! Dating A Psychopath

I guess I should call this a confession or even better, a lesson learned the hard way for dating a psychopath. It takes a lot of courage for a grown ass man to open up especially about the lowest of his moments.  I had courted; for the lack of better words, ‘The Devil Herself’ – a psychopath, sociopath with a borderline personality disorder.

Talking of psychos, you should perform the following borderline personality disorder test on your partner. You may be surprised what you find out!

Or even better see: 9 Telltale Signs You Are Dating A Sociopath

Related: Shocking Reasons Why Quarter Life Crisis is Now a Rite of Passage

She had put me put me through various ordeals that at one point, that she had my life hanging on the tipping side of the balance. I am as well to blame since I played an active role in…

So how did I get myself into such a mess?

Back when I was a freshman on campus, there was this fly girl in my neighborhood that used to drive me nuts.
Her style was out of this world, thanks to her supposedly ‘monied’ dad!

One moment she would be dressed elegantly like she’s the CEO of ‘The Money Inc.’ and the next she would be wearing tiny pieces clothing that turned the heads of the RAVErends and reverends on the streets.

She also had an accent that hinted that she has been to one of those international schools.

Out of My League: Dating A Psychopath

Simply put, she was out of my league. However, those were the days when my confidence soared to the levels of stupidity. Some will call those moments ‘the age of unrest!’

So, I went ahead and hit on her. Just as you might have guessed, it didn’t go well.

After 10 gut-wrenching minutes of unleashing my ‘A’ game vibe on the roadside…the only response I got was a yes, a no, a maybe, and a few sarcastic chuckles in between.

Finally, when I dived for the kill i.e. to get her phone number, she blatantly said ‘you are not my type’. So I headed home on a limp with my ego badly bruised.

Yet ‘stupid I’ wouldn’t think twice about having a comeback when I spotted her a few days later in school. That day, the conversation was a bit different.

She kept talking about her ‘allegedly’ rich dad, how she hated the school…how she will soon quit school to join flying school…how she will commit suicide if the dad does not divorce her cheating mother…how ‘the Dean of School’ was hitting on her…how her rich international footballer boyfriend will take her to Paris…how she turned down a job offer as a news anchor…that kind of nonsense.

Anyway, I didn’t mind because it was better than being told you are not my type.

Her sarcasm was something to be reckoned with. Out of the blues, she said, “I could have hooked you up with the job if only you were cute and intelligent enough”.

I wasn’t about to bite that bullet on my knees. So I replied, “Is that the same reason why you didn’t land that job you supposedly turned down?” She almost turned blue. I was wise enough not to ask for the number this time.

The doomsday

The D’day was during the 3rd week of the 3rd month of the semester. For those wondering why I am obsessing about this period, it is the period when I got to eat like a chicken – no offense to vegans and vegetarians.

To give you some perspective, at the beginning of the semester, I used to eat chicken every other day. Half-way through the semester, due to dwindling funds, I got to settle for chicken products (eggs).

Then towards the end, circumstances forced me to settle for cereals and vegetables just like a chicken…

So on this day, with a few coins in my pocket, I went to the grocery store to pick some cereals and vegetables for dinner.

Just as I was about to pay for the groceries, guess who turns up? The lady that had been driving me nuts for months, with her crew of groupie friends. They looked set to storm the fast-food joint next door.

When she saw me, she walked up to me, said hi in a flirty manner and then gave me such a warm hug that almost made me stand on my threes.

The smell of cheap liquor on her breath alerted me that the entire pack was quite intoxicated. Before I could wrap my thoughts on what was happening, she asked in a sweet voice, “Hey come and buy US some fries.”
Knowing how broke I was, I made an excuse that I had some visitors at my place so I was in a bit of a hurry!

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