Having visited with B. this past weekend, I have to say the "alienation of affection" by the BF appears to be a success. I no longer mean anything to B. Actually, that's good to know.
I'd been worried about him, but maybe he's in the right hands. I couldn't deal with the drugs and the craziness. I'd already been through similar stuff over 20 years ago with my bipolar mother. The guy B.'s with now told me he'd been a doctor in Cuba. Maybe that's what B. needs--like Michael Jackson--a live-in doctor. I'm just looking after myself now, and the cats (including B.'s).