That sounds like a recipe for absolutely disastrous drama. As the child of a narc mom and codependent dad, that shit was enough for me. And trust me, no one is more surprised than I am that I’m a productive member of society. And don’t worry everyone, I have no desire to perpetuate this esteemed genetic line. I was the normal one in my family until I went and gayed.

Also, once upon a time I had a borderline roommate who would do fun things like sleep in my bed in my room when I wasn’t around until one time I came home early without warning and was like wtf girl. I never got an explanation although it explained why she would constantly ask when I’d be home. She also airbnbed her room without notice more than once so I’d come home to strange men and couples being in my apartment.

Personality disorders man: not even once.