Well, that's f*cked:

As I sit here throwing together data results for the discussion sections to the experiment write-ups in my lab manual, it occurs to me that as of the time at which I'm writing this the last girl to kiss me  was one of my quite terrible, narcissistic and histrionic ex-girlfriends.  The one who demanded I promise to marry her, immediately after which she'd turned around & said that she couldn't because I was supposedly "too evil" (something I find highly subjective), that there'd never be any consummation if we did (she was terrified of sex I guess?), and that she no longer wanted to, then after I decided okay, guess that's off, after we broke up she'd turned around and revisited it trying to use that as one last desperate bludgeon to beat me upside the head with in order to try and force me to talk to her again and break the vow of silence I'd made.  Her poor manners were of deep disgrace to me, my friends, and family and like most people lacking in proper refinement, she failed to recognize that she was really in no position to be demanding anything.  Asserting more or less that she hoped I'd be going to Hell for having had my fill of her endless emotional abuse in a final rant, outraged at how I could be happier to be away from her than when we were together, it became once again apparent to me that here is a person possibly too selfish to decently understand the core principles behind holding a relationship with another human being.

Then there was the one before that who talked "through" a stuffed animal puppet as though she had a split personality and would inflict (minor) physical injury on me any time I said or expressed a feeling she did not approve of, opinion she disagreed with or said something on a topic which she found to be unpleasant.  She was angry that she couldn't force me into marrying her too.  Equally histrionic but in a different way, this one would fuss and fume that so much as a proverbial accidental pinprick had to mean you were attempting to harm her intentionally and rage about that , yet felt that herself doing intentional harm to someone else on purpose out of anger was okay, that somehow she was on a different level above everybody else.

It's just... the personalities of these girls... did not strike me as being healthy ones, and I would really not want to bring up children in a family with any mother that irresponsible.  Of course in theory, trying to point that out to said bratty and selfish immature people would not be advisable.  In practice it proved to very much not be.

Failing to understand the level of complexity behind my choice of subject matter I studied, nor the stresses particular to my situation, both insisted I had to be stupid to be taking "so very long" in their opinion to be studying medicine and science.

In closing, I should hope that when in future dating situations I will have learned enough from those two bad relationships to have a better idea what to avoid in prospective new ones.

You see, to those two ex-girlfriends, the idea that the man too should have some say in where he would like a relationship between him and the woman to go was a wholly alien, also possibly frightening foreign concept which one could go so far as to surmise was at odds with what must have been their pre-established running life narratives inside their imaginations.

I'd thought it would be the most tactful and diplomatic way to go about severing ties to allow them to believe they were the ones dumping me when we broke up.  They eventually saw through this and commenced stalking me with an inordinate number of phone calls, texts, e-mails, etc. for months on end after the end of the relationships, I guess still processing through while trying to refuse to accept that with enough acting out and consistent behaving horribly (both in public and private) that the logical result is a person can simply fall out of love with you.  It was always all just endlessly about their feelings, since often they would respond in a hostile manner to any attempts on my part to bring up any of mine, that I had some, and that maybe, just maybe, if you would like to have a "healthy" relationship that the feelings of both parties should be considered valid.  I found myself having to fulfill an uncomfortable psuedo-parent/therapist role, unpaid and uncompensated for all the hours lost listening to all of their minor problems, since neither seemed terribly bothered to possibly care what possible things I might have to attend to in my life or other stuff going on which did not immediately involve endlessly doting upon them.

What if anything was I getting out of either of these relationships? Well, it certainly wasn't a healthy sex-life, an improved sense of spiritual fulfillment, or anything else to positively much enrich my life.  It did however, function to improve my personal understanding of abnormal psychology!