he was type 2 bipolar, codependent, abusive, manipulative, etc
Then he romanticized drugs and addiction. He kept on going on about how cigarettes and shit were cool and how people used them because they relieved stress, not because they were highly addictive. Then he started smoking them. Not because he needed to but because he wanted to. Because it was cool. He did it of his own volition
He physically self-harmed himself but he also self-harmed via sex and promiscuity. He also did that kind of shit to hurt me because he knew I fucking hated it. I wouldn't be surprised if he starts bug chasing or something.
for whatever reason he has this weird complex were bad things aren't actually bad, just misunderstood.
Like drug dealers and gang bangers are really nice people, they're just misunderstood. He wound up being raped by going to a trap house with a drug dealer. I have reason to believe he instigated it but then it went too far and the dealer didn't feel like stopping.
One night we got drunk and wound up sending some rather racy things to each other, and he was fine with it. A few days later he told me he'd told his father that I'd sexually assaulted him.
I could go on but I'm starting to dig up and remember shit I'd rather not.