Originally Posted by Madpoet

Every relationship I've ever had has failed tragically. And it's the exact same pattern every time. I detach, keep myself aloof, witty, empathetic, get close, draw away...and if they're still there, fallen head over heels for me, I say the magic words of death: "Marry me."
I have dependancy issues, fear of abandonment, plus various mental illnesses (which is a whole other topic).
Still...everything goes fine after I've also said the outrageously suicidal (sic) phrase "I can't live without you".
But after a while, maybe six-eight months, I crack under the pressure I put on myself, and the emotional stress. Feelings of self-worth, self-esteem, plummet. Paranoia kicks in, fear, jealousy, resentment, threats of suicide (pathetic, I know). Ironically, instead of hurting myself in that ideated way, I've actually driven two exes to self-injury. My last ex tried to kill herself, and had to go into a psych ward.
I got suddenly envious of her good-looking male friends, and told her this. A few days later, she fucked them. Worse than that...she fell in love with them, claiming polyamory as the ideal. My agony was merely immature, since I couldn't tolerate that.

I had asked my last three girlfriends to marry me. I'm a love-vampire (or whatever you'd call one). I can be anyone's soul mate, provided you give me what I need. Provided you fill the emotional holes, I'll feed off you till you're near dead. Then one of us, or both of us, will snap. I dumped my fiance, then went crazy. Admitted myself for three days into the nearest psych ward. I had to exagerrate a little about being suicidal, but I was mainly homicidal/violent ideating. At the time, given half the chance, I'd have beaten my ex-fiance's brains in with a baseball bat, and any other cunt who wanted to antagonize me. You'd be amazed at the foolishness of some people, actually wanting to fight me when I was clearly unstable. "Don't antagonize the crazy-man who happens to be weilding a baseball bat."

That was last week. Now, I've dissociated (D.I.D, which I don't want to talk about), and I can't stop singing and dancing all day long.

Wait...was the point of this post? Oh yeah...Life sucks. It just doesn't suck me.
What's a romantic fuck-up like me to do?