AsheSkyler
Feathered Jester
That was my late teens, early adult life when I finally was able to find a guy to date. All the guys I like didn't like me 'cause I was so strange, and all the guys that liked me I didn't like because they stayed drunk or high. On the very few occasions I found somebody who liked me that I didn't mind dating, they turned out as diagnosed bipolar. It must have been Aspie loyalty or something why I didn't have enough sense to get rid of them faster because I'd keep trying to help them with their anger issues and more often than not I became something to get their anger out on until I'd get fed up and abandon them.Good grief, where did you grow up? Sounds like a war zone.![]()