Beware of this man, or men like him

I have spent the last year trying to understand how Guy Michael Curtis got to me. I don't have any happy memories when I think of the few months he was part of my life. I choose not to say he shared it, because he didn't. He took everything I freely offered and gave little if anything in return. The memories that come to mind are embarrassing more than anything else. 

He led me to believe that I was close minded, and to be honest when I came to the things that benefited him I was. I felt that I needed to start thinking outside the box. However, he chose to stay in his box. He was fond of telling me that "it isn't all about you." Of course he would think I felt that way, primarily because he was projecting onto me. 

I bought his beer, his cigarettes, paid the bills for my house that he lived in rent free. It was my fault when we ran out of groceries. He started out appreciating my efforts to make him happy and feel comfortable in my house. It didn't take long before he began to expect me to bring him coffee, or bring him something to eat.

He wanted time alone, but if I let him have that time, I was ignoring him. More than once he said he was going to leave, I never once asked him to stay. I had made a deal with him, I would give him a place to stay, and practice music as my contribution to a dream that he had. The music didn't last long. I did tell him he didn't have to leave. There was a spare bedroom if he wanted it. Later on when I asked him why, if he didn't want to be with me, didn't he take the spare room. His response was that I had not provided a bed. 

He commandeered my computer, which I paid the internet for. It became a point of contention, he failed to recognize that everything in that house was mine. Allowing him to stay there and use any of it was generous on my part. 

I should have known, I should have seen it coming, that is what keeps going around in my head. Everything he convinced me to do that made me uncomfortable was a red flag that I either missed completely, or convinced myself was not that big of a deal.

I have done a great deal to educate myself since last July. What I have learned is that Guy Michael Curtis is a classic Borderline Personality with more than a sprinkling of narcissistic tendencies.