My experience was not so pleasant. I dated him for 2 years, and he forced me to move with him to the middle of bumfuck Arkansas. I have never felt so unloved then I did in those 2 years. Long story short, in the end he ended up stealing all of my clothes, my underwear, (my tampons?? I’ll never understand that one) destroyed all of my bongs, guitars, my straightener and toothbrush, I had 3 years worth of paintings I had created that he torn off my walls, he also stripped my bed of all the sheets and blankets and put my mattress at the bottom of the staircase, AND stole my car (which I NEVER got back). this was all in one day, and BEFORE he even found out I cheated on him. (only relationship I’ve been in that I cheated)

I never understood why he treated me so horribly because this was before my BPD symptoms got worse. I was very nice and caring towards him, so I’ll never understand why.