I learned that eventually. He dumped me pretty much every other week but I stuck with him anyways... finally I told him he needed professional help (he refused to be medicated or even TALK to somebody) and his response was "Friends don't judge friends" and then went on about how he was going to go "find life's meaning at the bottom of a bottle" with the only person in this state he could call a friend. So that was that. It's been two months and shockingly I've just actually met a sane, smart and cute guy... maybe my story has a happy ending after all
It's not funny, but I laughed. I love you guys! It's good to know I'm not alone with my experiences. So far I've had one with OCD and two bipolars. Heh. Anyways good luck talking to the guy! Hopefully he was just having a bad day or something!