whackamobob
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Whats up guys, I came across this forum and have been lurking around since my breakup with a diagnosed borderline disordered girl. theres something thats been bothering me a lot about the relationship and I'm thinking you lot are the right people to ask about it. Sorry for the long post in advance!
I read a lot about boundaries, and how a bpd can be kept in check and a relationship even work if strict boundaries are set, and respect is commanded from the bpd. This really has me thinking. I couldn't keep my boundaries up. By the time we broke up, I was begging her to take me back, doing things I don't even want to mention.
Here's the problem... she used pity to control me and break my boundaries down. Here's a list of things that ailed her by the end of our year together:
- Her grandparents molested her
- Her mother was passive; knew about the abuse but did nothing
- Her father abandoned her
- Her ex was physically abusive and cheated on her
- Aenemic
- Allergic to gluten
- Lactose intolerant
- Allergic to mangoes
- Digestive issues
- Chronic lower back pain (car accident)
- Allergic to the sun
- Bipolar + BPD (BPD was diagnosed during the last month of r/s)
- Suffering from cancer (Leukaemia) <--- THIS IS WHERE ALL OF MY BOUNDARIES CRASHED.
- All friends had either gotten married, moved out of the city or aren't in contact anymore, all other friends are superficial
- Frequently felt alone
- Suicide threats in the form of going missing and coming back completely messed up on cocaine and telling me she was trying to OD because I triggered her
All this, and she said I was the only person she'd ever met who made her see color in life. I was in love with her and she revealed these things slowly, so I was in too deep by the time it had all surfaced. I actually started off with pretty good boundaries. I made it clear after the first time that if she disrespected me again, I'm gone. It wasn't until the leukaemia that my boundaries really started dissolving. I was a 25 year old man in his first serious relationship, and my girlfriend was telling me two things:
1.) she has cancer and her doctors say she might not make it to my birthday (5 months away when she told me)
2.) she is very sensitive, and the smallest hint of rejection will trigger her and she will go missing on me only to show up the next day sketching on coke, telling me she tried to OD herself.
I couldn't keep my ground, and I lost control. I started putting her happiness above my self-respect because I thought she only had a few months left to live.
Fast forward to now, and she broke up with me and had my replacement lined up after I summoned the balls to bring up one of the nights she disappeared (I had some questions and suspected that she cheated). This, of course, proved to me that she was, in fact, cheating. The fact that we are two months past my birthday now and she hardly looks like she's dying of leukaemia proves that was a lie as well. Now I feel like a chump for letting her walk all over me while we were together, and I feel like a chump for writing her love letters trying to get her back post-breakup. She actually picked up her phone once while she was with my replacement and her tone of voice said that IM the crazy one.
I thought this girl was going to die, man. I tried to save a ho, I know. But for real, I really thought that best case scenario, I could make her happy until the leukaemia took her. I was such a ****ing chump. I know... Can I get a free pass on this one? This was going to fail EVEN IF I had boundaries made of fvcking diamonds, right? I got no other relationship to compare this to.
I read a lot about boundaries, and how a bpd can be kept in check and a relationship even work if strict boundaries are set, and respect is commanded from the bpd. This really has me thinking. I couldn't keep my boundaries up. By the time we broke up, I was begging her to take me back, doing things I don't even want to mention.
Here's the problem... she used pity to control me and break my boundaries down. Here's a list of things that ailed her by the end of our year together:
- Her grandparents molested her
- Her mother was passive; knew about the abuse but did nothing
- Her father abandoned her
- Her ex was physically abusive and cheated on her
- Aenemic
- Allergic to gluten
- Lactose intolerant
- Allergic to mangoes
- Digestive issues
- Chronic lower back pain (car accident)
- Allergic to the sun
- Bipolar + BPD (BPD was diagnosed during the last month of r/s)
- Suffering from cancer (Leukaemia) <--- THIS IS WHERE ALL OF MY BOUNDARIES CRASHED.
- All friends had either gotten married, moved out of the city or aren't in contact anymore, all other friends are superficial
- Frequently felt alone
- Suicide threats in the form of going missing and coming back completely messed up on cocaine and telling me she was trying to OD because I triggered her
All this, and she said I was the only person she'd ever met who made her see color in life. I was in love with her and she revealed these things slowly, so I was in too deep by the time it had all surfaced. I actually started off with pretty good boundaries. I made it clear after the first time that if she disrespected me again, I'm gone. It wasn't until the leukaemia that my boundaries really started dissolving. I was a 25 year old man in his first serious relationship, and my girlfriend was telling me two things:
1.) she has cancer and her doctors say she might not make it to my birthday (5 months away when she told me)
2.) she is very sensitive, and the smallest hint of rejection will trigger her and she will go missing on me only to show up the next day sketching on coke, telling me she tried to OD herself.
I couldn't keep my ground, and I lost control. I started putting her happiness above my self-respect because I thought she only had a few months left to live.
Fast forward to now, and she broke up with me and had my replacement lined up after I summoned the balls to bring up one of the nights she disappeared (I had some questions and suspected that she cheated). This, of course, proved to me that she was, in fact, cheating. The fact that we are two months past my birthday now and she hardly looks like she's dying of leukaemia proves that was a lie as well. Now I feel like a chump for letting her walk all over me while we were together, and I feel like a chump for writing her love letters trying to get her back post-breakup. She actually picked up her phone once while she was with my replacement and her tone of voice said that IM the crazy one.
I thought this girl was going to die, man. I tried to save a ho, I know. But for real, I really thought that best case scenario, I could make her happy until the leukaemia took her. I was such a ****ing chump. I know... Can I get a free pass on this one? This was going to fail EVEN IF I had boundaries made of fvcking diamonds, right? I got no other relationship to compare this to.