Trying to make sense out of crazy is much like getting reading lessons from Helen Keller, eventually you may get it but there's an eternity of frustration in between getting it and not getting it. I don't understand what the hell happened anymore than any of you. I was happy and he was wonderful, couple of hours later I was stunned and was riding the bipolarcoaster. Since Monday it's been a bombardment of angry/threatening/loving/suicidal text messages to which I have not replied. I have been subjected to his ex (who evidently is in the next car back on the bipolarcoaster) calling me and texting me to which I have replied with "What the hell do you want from me, take the damn crazy and forget that I exist!"
Tried for a few days to make sense of it all but there is no sense to be found in it so instead of driving myself crazy, I am content with the knowledge that yep, I want nor need crazy.
Becky
Tried for a few days to make sense of it all but there is no sense to be found in it so instead of driving myself crazy, I am content with the knowledge that yep, I want nor need crazy.
Becky
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