I’m tired of loving this menhera, I don’t know how anyone else can do it. The constant need for her to take her BPD medicine, the endless accusations, the emotional outburst, I can’t even look at another girl's direction since I’ll just go to my home to find all of my possessions all thrown out the window and a very scary crying girl with a big knife in her hand. It’s all so tiresome. How do you people do it?