Sorry this is so long... once I started typing I couldn't stop. There is still so much emotion and so many questions inside me....
Wow. So much of what I just read in this thread fits for me. I have been out of my 7 month relationship with my ex, who Im almost positive is bpd, for 2 months now. It was a short, but absolutely crazy relationship. I have called it the best and worst relationship I have ever had. It started and progressed quickly. He wooed me with so many crazy romantic gestures and words. He said he loved me more than anyone and I felt it too. We believed we were soul mates because it was like we had known each other for many years. It was intense. He has a son and he quickly invited me into both of their lives and his son and I hit it off right away and the three of us became like a fun and cozy little unit. He, my ex, was an artist, a musician, wrote poetry, all wonderful, except he was stuck in a job that he knew was beneath him and that was physically exhausting, not mentally stimulating, and keeping him financially strapped all the time. He couldn't progress because of his sometimes debilitating anxiety. There were so many signs that I ignored like negative stories about "crazy exes", tons of moves, over the top angry rants about topics that didnt seem to me to warrant such strong reactions, and alluding to dramatic endings to friendships, but not sharing details. Why the heck did I stay and ignore these things, well because they were contrasted with this amazingly sensitive, affectionate, thoughtful, intelligent, warm, sweet, and kind person. I see now how I ignored the negatives at first.
Early on in the relationship we, mainly he, began talking and planning to move in together, talking about babies.. this was music to my 32 year old searching for my soul mate ears.. I ignored the signs. Things started to shift relatively quickly though with him. It began with him being overly sensitive about hearing about my past relationships... now I wasnt describing details of past sexual times at all, simply telling stories about my life because I believe that our pasts make up who we are today and it is important for me to share parts of my past with my present love. It became all about his need to be comfortable. He would say hearing these stories made him have to have images in his head that didnt belong there. It never sat right with me, but I tried and tried to understand his perspective. We would have these long (like 6 hour) conversation where he would talk in circles about his feelings and his needs, all the while belittling me by interjecting little comments about my insensitivity and inconsistency. He would bring these conversations to me having already thought them all out in his head. I could barely get a word in edge wise. Sometimes I would just agree to end the conversation when he wouldnt stop. This sounds bad right? But it was always contrasted with all this love and admiration and idealization. I had never been with someone who seemed to adore me this much... I know now thats because adoring someone that much or at least in that way is actually unhealthy and a sign of shallow emotions. Soon my indiscretions in his eyes became more and more and worse. Once I called to change our plans to a little later as a g/f was really upset and needed to talk and requested he wait for me at home and not show up where we were, as she needed some friend time. He agreed and then showed up and later when I was angry told me I was inconsistent and unreliable for changing the plans on him at the last minute. Pretty soon I had poor boundaries, troubles with intimacy and by this point we had moved in together... It was like a roller coaster day to day week to week, love and then hate and then love again. We would have a discussion or a disagreement, agree to take a break away from each other (before we moved in) and he would call and leave me voicemail after voicemail and/or send me 10 plus emails all night long that didnt even make complete sense, were only like streams of consciousness. His anger about my disrespectful things, which were not disrepectful to a person who was secure and not full of mistrust and fear, became worse and worse. He started drinking again (oh, ya he shared that he was an alcoholic in AA several months in) and soon was slamming doors, yelling, basically being an abusive jerk. It always stemmed from fear. It was like I was acting the same throughout, like myself, who has never been accused of being boundariless, insensitive, inconsistent, etc before, and he was looking as hard as he could to find ways to prove his theories about me ( and I think he does this with everyone who gets close to him) as an unsafe and untrustworthy person who will only abandon him in the end. He would shift from this angry scary a-hole to this loving, kind, reasonable guy, and sometimes to this scared little boy who would say to me in bed, "promise me you will never leave me". His emotions were crazy all over the charts.
I continue to ask myself how did I get so far into that relationship... a step parent role, living together, vacations to stay with both our extended families? I really loved him and feel sad for that little boy, but I'm also angry for the many mean and nasty things he has said to me, about me and some of the people I care most about. The thing that kept me there most I think was that on good days he could be very rational. He could name his crazy emotions, recognize that it was crazy making for him and me, feel bad and sort of accept responsibility and so on. I was holding out that the sweet and reasonable guy I loved would seek the help he needed, I even offered to help. We went to a couples counsellor and she was amazing and picked up on his insecurity and emotional dysreg right away. He saw what he needed to do, but the feelings would be too overpowering it seemed when they came, he would forget about or ignore the strategies he had agreed to try.
It ended with a big nasty fight (his son was out of town, thank god) and us agreeing to split. I found a place and moved as soon as possible. Once I had moved I found a letter from him in my stuff stating that he will always remember me as the great projector, basically claiming the ending of the relationship was all my doing because of my lack of boundaries, insensitivity, incongruence, immaturity, wild emotions, it went on and on. He said as soon as all my stuff was gone he wanted us to return to being total strangers. Wow. It hurt, a lot. How does one go from all of the other intensity of emotion to pure hatred and complete doneness? Its a mystery to me. I have been through a big phase of anger at him and then myself, a phase of relief, a phase of grief, and am beginning to return to my old self. It feels like I was in that relationship and that CRAZY cycle for 10 years! What's funny though is that even though I have no desire to be in a relationship with him again I keep finding myself thinking of ways that I could connect with him. It just feels so strange to me that we could go from all of that emotionally charged (positive and negative) stuff, believing we were soul mates, dont ever leave me..... to basically you're dead to me. I think its not normal, right? Now, part of me thinks that he could be a little extra mad because of the excellent article I left for him as I was moving out about bpt (Oops... but t was bang on for him), but I guess I had hoped that he would keep it and on one of those good days read and think about it.
I am slowly getting over this, but I still get stuck in my thinking sometimes on what I could have done differently, what kind of help he needs, what he might be doing now, and the incorrect narratives he is carrying around about me. I find myself wanting to connect and have even attempted friendly emails twice wishing him and his son merry christmas and stuff like that, with no reply. On new years eve day I called when I knew he was at work and left a msg wishing him all the best in the new year and saying that I was sorry for any hurtful and unkind things I have said and done and my role in the ugly ending. I didnt expect to hear anything back and I havent. I think I did that more for me than for him. Time is making this all go away slowly, but was wondering if others have any tricks for stopping myself from getting drawn back into the turbulent, chaotic, rollercoastery place in my mind that I seem to continue to be reserving and giving power to. Its like a physical reaction inside when I allow myself to go there in my mind and something about it is satisfying, but Im sure its not healthy.
Sorry for the super long post everyone. I do appreciate your thoughts