8 years ago I met a woman on a dating site...she was batshit crazy - but everyone needs love, regardless...eventually she calmed down and due to her Borderline Personality Disorder and not having a personality of her own, she adopted my likes, and her physical appearance changed and after a year, she became the woman she knew I would want to be with...I'm oblivious to this of course. Another year and a half later she sold her house and moved in with me. All was good for the first 6 months...the fake persona, she could maintain when dating on the weekends (we lived 80 miles/125 kms apart). But maintaining that fake persona 24/7 living together, she cracked and that original angry unstable woman emerged. Living with her became unbearable and 51 weeks after she moved in with me, she moved out and today, 4 1/2 years later, she is someone elses problem... I should add that during our time together, she never cooked, cleaned once in a while, and never decorated or made any changes to my - OUR - house. The day after she moved out, the house looked the same as it had a week, a month, 6 months a year earlier...
A barnacle, she merely nested...sex, awesome when we dated, all but dried up. The stash of porn and toys she loved to use when I was at her place every other weekend for 2 1/2 years was never once touched or used in the year she was with me.
The woman who moved out bore no resemblance to the woman who moved in.
Sadly, the ripple effect and fallout from her fucked up my next relationship so bad, she sent me the "I'm breaking up with you" text after three years, on the 4th anniversary of the very same day, September 15, that the crazy one moved out.
Women are cruel sometimes.