Longtime reader, infrequent poster. This is not a how to get my ex back plea. I am about a month and a half removed from my last contact with a BPD that would put most of them to shame. She's a waif and I was a virgin AFC, so the damage was subtle, insidious, and far more venomous.
For 3 years I lost every ounce of self respect I built throughout college in this mess. It was typical stuff. Push pull, lying, cheating, and emotional blackmail, but the idealization was as powerful as the splitting. She has a tattoo on her foot that's a tribute to me and every morning I wonder if it gets to her.
I am 26 years old with absolute freedom in life, while she's a bombshell coming very close to the wall and this is why she's run back to her ex again as security gets further from her grasp. I have minimal bills and responsibilties, and plans to leave the United States and go abroad for a year in about 18 months. But these long hours at this (well paying) dead end job during a brutal winter are not helping. I still find myself going over this tragedy multiple times a day.
I have read all the workings of Rollo, Roosh, Heartiste and sites designated to BPD, but this was worse than my parent's divorce at 12, the death of a grandparent to cancer, and a family run in with the criminal courts. I have never understood this. I was fortunate - got out before marriage, before kids, and now we live 1,000 miles apart. All the stars are aligned for it to truly be over. Yet I still hope for another hoover just to simply ignore it, and I struggle to forgive myself for how this went and to let go of the idea of some illusion of closure.
To answer your question in advance, no I am not spinning any other plates right now. My game is too far off in this state of bewilderment. I am going to the gym every other day, and I notice girls notice me there and at work, but between the appaling attitudes of American women and a jaded edge on me that everyone has picked up on, I'm concerned that I will not be free until I take this planned trip and prove to myself I can live my dreams.
Any advice from survivors would be appreciated...
For 3 years I lost every ounce of self respect I built throughout college in this mess. It was typical stuff. Push pull, lying, cheating, and emotional blackmail, but the idealization was as powerful as the splitting. She has a tattoo on her foot that's a tribute to me and every morning I wonder if it gets to her.
I am 26 years old with absolute freedom in life, while she's a bombshell coming very close to the wall and this is why she's run back to her ex again as security gets further from her grasp. I have minimal bills and responsibilties, and plans to leave the United States and go abroad for a year in about 18 months. But these long hours at this (well paying) dead end job during a brutal winter are not helping. I still find myself going over this tragedy multiple times a day.
I have read all the workings of Rollo, Roosh, Heartiste and sites designated to BPD, but this was worse than my parent's divorce at 12, the death of a grandparent to cancer, and a family run in with the criminal courts. I have never understood this. I was fortunate - got out before marriage, before kids, and now we live 1,000 miles apart. All the stars are aligned for it to truly be over. Yet I still hope for another hoover just to simply ignore it, and I struggle to forgive myself for how this went and to let go of the idea of some illusion of closure.
To answer your question in advance, no I am not spinning any other plates right now. My game is too far off in this state of bewilderment. I am going to the gym every other day, and I notice girls notice me there and at work, but between the appaling attitudes of American women and a jaded edge on me that everyone has picked up on, I'm concerned that I will not be free until I take this planned trip and prove to myself I can live my dreams.
Any advice from survivors would be appreciated...