B was, and still is, a paranoid conspiracy theorist, pot smoking bible basher. Harsh words, I know, but there really is no other way to describe him anymore. I’m 27 and by now you’d think I would have learnt to see the red flags. Ah well, we live and learn. At first things were nice, and we both enjoyed being around each other. We had common interests but differed enough to keep it interesting. We dated for 2 months before the weird started coming out. At first it was harmless, like saying I’m as beautiful as an angel which I thought was incredibly sweet. Then it turned to the possibility of having angel blood in my family line. My dad’s family comes from the Pacific Islands and B told me that they were created by fallen angel so basically I had demon blood in me. He became convinced that my younger brother was evil and out to get him. Also that my mother, being a Catholic, was going to die and end up in hell for it. Oh yeah, and that according to the “epiphany” he had while blazing it up one night and reading the bible, God told him in a prophesy that the world is going to start to end in Sept 2014. Sigh…this kept getting worse until it upset me to even see him because I knew all I’d hear was about the end of the world and how he was destined to save me. In the end he stopped treating me as a person and more like a “secret fountain of hidden knowledge of all things divine” His exact words. The real kicker came the night of one of my closets friends birthday. J and I have been friends for years and he is a brother to me. B and I went, where he got that stoned and drunk I had to carry him to bed. He sat there and started telling me that my baby brother was evil and a man whore and he would go to hell. I’m sorry but nobody says that about my brother without just cause. Then he started crying and saying how “nobody understood the painful enlightenment he was going through on the path to divine justice” I sat there and listened to him sob, snot running down his chin, about how evil my friends were and I’d end up in hell right along with them. All I did was calm him down, put him to bed, then went and slept on the lounge. The next day I said my goodbyes. I have to admit he took it better than I thought he would but he was very civil and thanked me for showing him the light, but all I would do was slow him down in God’s mission for him so this was probably better for both of us.
Last I heard, his mum told me he has pretty much locked himself in his own house. It’s a shame really. He wasn’t always like that.