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Don Juan
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Hey guys. I have an (extremely cliche) story and some questions.
I spent last week laying in bed starving to death and crying because my BPD angel left me. The past few days I've done nothing but read about BPD, work out, and try to better myself.
Finding out about this disease, finding out that it wasn't my fault, literally saved me from suicide.
I will post my question first, then the story below so nobody is forced to read through it.
Question:
Practically all of my friends know my BPD tormentor. Our mutual female friend (who is also diagnosed BPD... But I've never advanced on her so she's been 100% awesome for 15 years) introduced us and is kind of the nexus of both of our social lives. We all kind of migrated from Cali to Oregon one by one. My tormentor is the baby in our social circle but hugely popular.
This makes NC practically impossible without worsening my depression and becoming a total hermit. What the hell do I do? She is ALWAYS around ALL of my friends.
Emailing my mom out of loneliness and trying to make awkward smalltalk with complete strangers in grocery stores is only making me worse. It causes extreme sudden relapses. Going NC with a woman I was a week ago willing to die for and believed to be the mother of my children is hard enough. Now I can't even speak to friends I've spent every day with for decades without her stepping in and accusing me of stalking her.
I can't really just move away, nor do I want to. I have no friends left anywhere else, nothing to go back to. The move also cost me 30k in debt (long story) and I have a job/rental contract here. Don't know what to do.
Story:
20s male. 20s female who is beyond a perfect 10. Obscenely perfect face and body, can't go outside without people embarrassing themselves just to stare at her. History of self-harm. Recovering anorexic (was so malnourished that when she recovered her breasts went from nonexistent to enormous). Dad left mom. Brother spent next few years beating mom. Brother eventually died of OD. Sister also BPD (diagnosed), openly brags about cheating.
I believed in "waiting for the one" so this is my first serious "loving" relationship. She mirrored me HARD and I fell for it. Everything I liked, she liked more. Some of it was genuine (based on third-party accounts), but she filled in the blanks with mirror/mask crap.
We were discussing our marriage within a few hours of talking to each other. I know you're rolling your eyes at this point. Soon I was preparing to follow her from Los Angeles to Oregon. I ignored the warning signs, the bizarre mood changes, her strange "frenemy" interactions with her now-suicidal/alcoholic ex (whom she dated for several years, never had sex with, convinced me to publicly bully, stops by a few times a year just to remind him it was his fault).
She's just shy and nervous! She's an angel! I'll show her a real man!
So I arrived. She dumped me while I was driving there and I cried all the way. I spent 3 days laying in a motel 6 bathtub in the middle of nowhere wishing I were dead. I was too in love with her to turn back.
3 months later, her "recycling" attempts with ex had failed and male coworker turned out to have a normal GF. She texted me about her new dog. She knows I love dogs. I said cool dog, where have you been for the past 3 months while I attempted to end my own life while living out of a stranger's closet?
No answer, however she's suddenly ready to become my no-limits bondage sex slave and worship me 24/7. She was just scared before because I'm so manly. OK I fall for it again.
Nothing weird about one of the most attractive women on the planet who dumped me with a single text randomly deciding she wants me, a below average looking guy who thanks to her has no income, to freely rape her. Keep those eyes rolling.
Another year of games. I down settle into the area. She makes up imaginary affairs, hides from me, starts working optional 10 hour shifts 7 days a week to avoid me, then quits because her boss "looked at her funny", constantly tricks me into insulting her, threatens to leave me at least several times per day, goes several days eating strictly gummy candy then blames me (???).
At one point she breaks down and reveals her condition. I believe this was the rare, real her. She showed me the French movie "Betty Blue" (BPD-theme with tragic ending) and told me knows I'm a good guy, feels sorry for me, that if she falls any deeper in love with me, I will have to kill her or she will have to leave because she can't handle feeling like this.
These people are not having fun. Never forget that they have a 10% suicide rate. At this point I stopped arguing back. She could do whatever she wanted and I just called her princess and obeyed.
The "sex" turned into her angrily demanding that I beat her. I fell for all of it. Little by little I turned from a proud, feisty, athletic man into a manic depressive couch potato required to sign a contract that I would answer the phone even in the shower and give her the passwords to all of my online accounts. The last time we fought, she ignored me for several days because I picked a character she didn't like in a video game.
Then for the last week of the relationship she seemed strangely normal. She was polite to me. She told me she's giving me one last chance to be the boss. That sounds fine to me?!? Maybe I finally gained her trust? I just kept acting like my normal self. I didn't understand BPD or her cravings for abuse so I didn't abuse her (she was probably seeing what kind of sado-masochism she could milk out in the final hours).
It turned out she was polite because she had already lined up new victims and didn't even notice I was there anymore. Then she was gone. Giving her number out to prospective lovers (from both genders... That's new) while referring to me around our mutual friends as "the retarded loser" and asking if I've offed myself yet.
That's where I'm at right now. We both lost our virginity to each other. I'm still deeply in love with her. I need some way to talk to my friends but she always there.
I spent last week laying in bed starving to death and crying because my BPD angel left me. The past few days I've done nothing but read about BPD, work out, and try to better myself.
Finding out about this disease, finding out that it wasn't my fault, literally saved me from suicide.
I will post my question first, then the story below so nobody is forced to read through it.
Question:
Practically all of my friends know my BPD tormentor. Our mutual female friend (who is also diagnosed BPD... But I've never advanced on her so she's been 100% awesome for 15 years) introduced us and is kind of the nexus of both of our social lives. We all kind of migrated from Cali to Oregon one by one. My tormentor is the baby in our social circle but hugely popular.
This makes NC practically impossible without worsening my depression and becoming a total hermit. What the hell do I do? She is ALWAYS around ALL of my friends.
Emailing my mom out of loneliness and trying to make awkward smalltalk with complete strangers in grocery stores is only making me worse. It causes extreme sudden relapses. Going NC with a woman I was a week ago willing to die for and believed to be the mother of my children is hard enough. Now I can't even speak to friends I've spent every day with for decades without her stepping in and accusing me of stalking her.
I can't really just move away, nor do I want to. I have no friends left anywhere else, nothing to go back to. The move also cost me 30k in debt (long story) and I have a job/rental contract here. Don't know what to do.
Story:
20s male. 20s female who is beyond a perfect 10. Obscenely perfect face and body, can't go outside without people embarrassing themselves just to stare at her. History of self-harm. Recovering anorexic (was so malnourished that when she recovered her breasts went from nonexistent to enormous). Dad left mom. Brother spent next few years beating mom. Brother eventually died of OD. Sister also BPD (diagnosed), openly brags about cheating.
I believed in "waiting for the one" so this is my first serious "loving" relationship. She mirrored me HARD and I fell for it. Everything I liked, she liked more. Some of it was genuine (based on third-party accounts), but she filled in the blanks with mirror/mask crap.
We were discussing our marriage within a few hours of talking to each other. I know you're rolling your eyes at this point. Soon I was preparing to follow her from Los Angeles to Oregon. I ignored the warning signs, the bizarre mood changes, her strange "frenemy" interactions with her now-suicidal/alcoholic ex (whom she dated for several years, never had sex with, convinced me to publicly bully, stops by a few times a year just to remind him it was his fault).
She's just shy and nervous! She's an angel! I'll show her a real man!
So I arrived. She dumped me while I was driving there and I cried all the way. I spent 3 days laying in a motel 6 bathtub in the middle of nowhere wishing I were dead. I was too in love with her to turn back.
3 months later, her "recycling" attempts with ex had failed and male coworker turned out to have a normal GF. She texted me about her new dog. She knows I love dogs. I said cool dog, where have you been for the past 3 months while I attempted to end my own life while living out of a stranger's closet?
No answer, however she's suddenly ready to become my no-limits bondage sex slave and worship me 24/7. She was just scared before because I'm so manly. OK I fall for it again.
Nothing weird about one of the most attractive women on the planet who dumped me with a single text randomly deciding she wants me, a below average looking guy who thanks to her has no income, to freely rape her. Keep those eyes rolling.
Another year of games. I down settle into the area. She makes up imaginary affairs, hides from me, starts working optional 10 hour shifts 7 days a week to avoid me, then quits because her boss "looked at her funny", constantly tricks me into insulting her, threatens to leave me at least several times per day, goes several days eating strictly gummy candy then blames me (???).
At one point she breaks down and reveals her condition. I believe this was the rare, real her. She showed me the French movie "Betty Blue" (BPD-theme with tragic ending) and told me knows I'm a good guy, feels sorry for me, that if she falls any deeper in love with me, I will have to kill her or she will have to leave because she can't handle feeling like this.
These people are not having fun. Never forget that they have a 10% suicide rate. At this point I stopped arguing back. She could do whatever she wanted and I just called her princess and obeyed.
The "sex" turned into her angrily demanding that I beat her. I fell for all of it. Little by little I turned from a proud, feisty, athletic man into a manic depressive couch potato required to sign a contract that I would answer the phone even in the shower and give her the passwords to all of my online accounts. The last time we fought, she ignored me for several days because I picked a character she didn't like in a video game.
Then for the last week of the relationship she seemed strangely normal. She was polite to me. She told me she's giving me one last chance to be the boss. That sounds fine to me?!? Maybe I finally gained her trust? I just kept acting like my normal self. I didn't understand BPD or her cravings for abuse so I didn't abuse her (she was probably seeing what kind of sado-masochism she could milk out in the final hours).
It turned out she was polite because she had already lined up new victims and didn't even notice I was there anymore. Then she was gone. Giving her number out to prospective lovers (from both genders... That's new) while referring to me around our mutual friends as "the retarded loser" and asking if I've offed myself yet.
That's where I'm at right now. We both lost our virginity to each other. I'm still deeply in love with her. I need some way to talk to my friends but she always there.
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