This Is What Dating A Bipolar Person Feels Like
Dating is enough of a challenge when you are 39, divorced, have 5 kids, and are roommates with your best friend and her kids.
Now throw in “Oh, by the way, I’m bipolar.” and you just became The Crazy Redhead in Phoenix with all the Kids.
That inevitable train wreck, soon-to-be-psycho-ex.
Crazy has been my word for years. My word to despise, my word to prove wrong, my word to embrace, all depending on the day and the context of its application to my life.
It never fails, I’m on a second or third date with a guy I really enjoy, and the “Ex” conversations always seem to come up. It also never fails, that they have a “crazy ex-girlfriend who was SERIOUSLY bipolar.”
I sit there, cringing inside. A billion thoughts and questions in my mind…
“Was she ACTUALLY bipolar, or was this just another careless misuse of the word as an insult” or “not all bipolar people are crazy, and not all crazy people are bipolar!” or “I’m bipolar as fuck, and I am amicable with all but one of my ex’s, nor have I been labeled the Crazy Ex” or even “maybe you MADE her crazy, dude!”