Well the BPD/HPD co-woker girl (whatever she was) I was involved with, it started out amazing. She had just gotten dumped by her boyfriend (surprise!) and started taking an interest in me. Gorgeous girl, before this I never imagined a girl like this could be attracted to me (that's called low self-esteem).
I became the center of her universe for a few months there and it was like being on drugs. She was affectionate, called me all the damn time, emailed me all the time, was everywhere I was, it was too much. I was into her but it was almost suffocating me. She literally attached herself to my hip basically.
At some point I knew something was off... she acted like we had known each other forever and were perfect for each other, and I couldn't believe that I actually wanted space from HER, but I did. I just felt like she was using me and that she didn't care about me as a person. She did lots of things that were mean and cruel, then the next day would act like nothing ever happened--- I started becoming obsessed with her.
Anyway I realized, she's using me. She doesn't care for me. I don't know why I did this, but I called her out and told her I thought she was nuts and that she was using me and that we should just leave each other alone (had no clue about any of the stuff I've learned from this site).
The next few months were the worst of my life. This girl did everything in her power to make me feel like crap, mainly trying to make me jealous by flirting with guys right next to me, while I listened to my iPod and acted like I couldn't see or hear what she was doing. I couldn't take it. I wanted to apologize to her, anything just to make her cruelty stop. She acted like I didn't even exist. She would ignore me, but park her car next to mine. Which was unsettling because at this point I thought maybe she was trying to "communicate with me" that way and that we would make things right. She would do that for a few weeks then park her car somewhere else, totally throwing me off that fantasy. Then I figured, ok, now she's just over it, and she's avoiding me, good. Let's just drop it. That would go for a week or two then she'd start parking next to me again. I was basically a prisoner of her moods. It sounds stupid but I got to the point where my entire day was based on where she parked her freaking car. And even though at this point I hated her---when she DIDN'T park next to me, I felt rejected.
Eventually I decided, this is absolutely crazy. I'm just going to park my car down the street and just stop playing this game. And I was scared to do it, I felt like I would get in trouble. So I'd park my car far away, and who comes zooming by screeching her tires?
Then, maybe I'd see her outside and she'd be really nice, like nothing had ever happened...and I thought "ok NOW she's over it. Finally." Then an hour later she'd come into my office and throw herself at the guy sitting next to me, laughing, being all sexual... and I would just listen to the iPod and ignore her. And the more I did that, the more she tried. Ignoring these girls is the worst thing you can do to them.
It's just a constant game of pulling you close, smacking you around, then ignoring you.... over and over. I couldn't sleep for months. It's called "Walking on eggshells" for a reason. For a few months there I don't think I got more than a couple hours of sleep a night. I was basically dead, couldn't enjoy time with friends, couldn't concentrate at work, I just withdrew into a shell. All the joy of life, gone. And the whole time I wanted to be with her. I'm seriously lucky to even be here talking about this, because I didn't think I'd make it.
I finally discovered what BPD was and learned to ignore her for GOOD, she kept trying to get my attention but after a few months of this she got a new job and split. It's been about a year now and it still gives me the chills, but there was something in me that allowed a girl like this into my life. I guess posting this helps to give me some closure.
I guess the point I'm making is, these gorgeous girls can make you feel like a million dollars, but you have no clue what you're getting involved with. And if you think you're strong enough to take it, you really should look in the mirror and ask why you would want to go down this road.
For me it was actually good, because it got to show me all the things in myself that had to change.