Basically, everything I’ve read indicates diagnosis should be left to professionals.  That’s not going to happen; he would never consider going to see a psychologist, psychiatrist, or even a therapist, because he thinks they’re quacks.  I don’t need a diagnosis for him so much as I need to be able to understand why my life was thrown into such a turmoil, while he just walked away without a care in the world.  Except that he wouldn’t leave me in peace.

I’m going to compare what I’ve read with what I’ve experienced and document what I learn.  This is my experience, so it will be subjective.  I can only try to be objective.  I can’t discuss his intentions, his unshared thoughts, or his feelings.  I can, however, discuss his words and actions, and his reactions, and state my opinions.  I’ll try to avoid drawing any conclusions that someone else wouldn’t also.  I think that’s fair.