I started dating this guy very quickly without knowing much about him at all. He was nice, I had seen him around school, he was cute, we had some mutual friends. Our relationship progressed very quickly and I felt very strongly for him (as he did me) in a very short time. We dated for a little over a week before I broke it off after a few incidents that made me very upset. 

The first incident involving the first time he saw my scars. I have a decent amount of scarring on my thighs (all from over a year ago) and I didn’t tell him about this because I didn’t feel like it was something I had to bring up/share because self harm something I do actively at this point in my recovery. We were at my house after grabbing food and I changed into sweatpants. He made a remark about how I “looked like a mom” and it was hot in my room anyway, so I changed into shorts. When he saw my scars, he began ranting about how “ridiculous” it looks and how he would never understand why anyone would think that’s okay and he condescendingly asked me if I “didn’t know they would be there forever.” Me being the non-confrontational person I am brushed this off, but I was very visibly upset and he apologized briefly. 

A few days later we were in the car and the topic of drug addiction came up after he asked me about my dad. I explained that he was a recovering addict from meth and opiates. Moments later, the guy went on a rant about how “drug addicts should make the world a better place and just off themselves.” I was very obviously uncomfortable in this conversation but he kept up with how “disgusting” people who use hard drugs are and how he hates them and wishes they would do the world a justice by killing themselves.  

Another day, we were hanging out after he had picked me up from a friends house (quite early in the day because he texted/facetimed me the entire time I was with my friend asking when I would leave her house, asking why I was still there, etc.) He asked me how I was feeling (and at this point in the relationship I was feeling disconnected already due to the previous incidents) so I explained that I was feeling okay, I just wasn’t feeling the best. This sparked a rant about how he feels like he’s “the only person who actually wants to be happy” and how “annoying” it is that “everyone is depressed.” I told him I hadn’t mentioned being depressed, I just said I wasn’t feeling the best, which was normal. He brushed me off and said “I wasn’t talking about you, I’m just saying.” 
The same day we were sitting in his room and after he made a few attempts to have sex, I told him I wasn’t really interested in having sex with him at the moment. He was obviously upset/mad and asked if it was because I “had something”- insinuating that the only reason I didn’t want to have sex was because /I/ had something wrong with me/had an STD “because I thought maybe you had something and cared about me so you didn’t want me to get it.” I explained to him the reason I wasn’t interested in it because of being sexually assaulted and he sulked as he told me that he’s used to his girlfriends wanting sex constantly. I told him that we needed to slow down because I was feeling very overwhelmed with everything that was going on and we agreed to hang out less (we had been on break and hung out nearly every day besides thanksgiving) and he took me home. This was on Friday. 

On Sunday I ended up breaking up with him over text by saying I just wasn’t ready for the relationship being offered and we ended on “good” terms but I still feel extremely angry and get quite upset when I think about the things that he said/did while we were together. His friends seem to think I’m overreacting, my friends don’t. I’m not sure if I am overreacting due to my own BPD symptoms or if the breakup &amp; my feelings are justified. 


TL/DR; Dated a guy for 2 weeks, broke up with him after he called me ridiculous for having self harm scars, told me he thought all addicts should kill themselves/are disgusting after learning my father is an addict, complained about how annoying it is that “everyone is depressed” after I told him I wasn’t feeling well mentally, and assumed the reason I didn’t want to have sex with him was because I had an STD. 

