Well, in normal people's eyes it would be nothing, at least. Some guy from work texted him twice when he came home for lunch (or I guess dinner by now). The first time it happened, I demanded to read the text (it was about baseball), and said "he's not texting you about work, don't talk to people you work with about stuff other than work. It bothers me." He said okay. Second time it happened, I screamed something along the lines of "what asshole is talking to you now!? You're not allowed to have friends! Don't text him ever again". I realized how psychotic I sounded as soon as I said it. But I still mean every word. I don't have friends and I don't want him to have any. I want to be the center of his attention. If he gives any to anybody else, then I'm not important enough. I'm not good enough. He doesn't need me. Such is my way of thinking. The BPD way of thinking. If I'm not getting all of his love and attention, I'm not getting enough and might as well be getting nothing at all. I feel bad for yelling. I don't really know how he deals with me. I don't know why he wants me around. I don't even let him form friendships. I'm fucked up and not willing to change. I think...and he may not realize this, but his life would probably be better if I did commit suicide. There'd be no one to make insane and ridiculous demands anymore...and he could just eventually forget me and move on to someone more normal and prettier. Also, to those who may respond, just keep in mind that I'm pissed off right now and will put every single word you say under a microscope and make it out to be an insult and then try to insult back if I feel offended. Twisting words is another one of my specialties - just a warning.