The beginning was intense, but pretty soon she was getting full on, marriage proprosals, talking of kids, breakdown, wierd untrusting behaviour etc.
2 years in I call a break (for space) and she flies into the arms of someone else from work, an emo guy with severely low self esteem. Took me a week but I managed to draw her out of it but only once she he had sex with him, spent the night crying in a bath and had a breakdown. Took a long time to gain trust into her but made me realise what I was dealing with.
Forward 2 more years.
This last year we have had it rough. Although right up until the end she still loved me dearly, hung on my every word and wanted to marry. Although I had been rejected her proprosals all these years due to trust issues, and not being ready, and being wary of her incessant need from the get go, I had started to really think about it and I wanted to.
The breakup:
As I said we had had a pretty depressing six months, there was a lot of push pull behaviour, she would go to her Mums constantly for a few days (2 hour drive away) and return, we needed space, we had ended up living at my parents due to bad circumstance and we never had any space, and were fairly alienated from social interaction. (She has no friends, and mine were in another city).
We spent a year here. In April I think I triggered her massively when after her attempting to buy a lot of things from the supermarket we couldn't afford, I stopped her. She went mute on the journey home, and then unleashed a tirade of insults at me when we arrived at home. I don't normally lose my cool, but I did, and told her to "F**K off you bitch" and slammed the front door on her face. She had left her key inside so she was out there a minute. This was only a few days after her sending me a ring she wanted for when she gets married via email. She still loved me at this point.
Prior to this, I had suggested (And she had agreed) her moving out locally for a bit, so we could have some space, I thought this would help the rs but now I think it may have stirred up the tsunai of what was about to unfold by setting off her fears of abandonment.
I apologised to her but said to her you were pressing my buttons and you know it. She went to her Mums for a week. During this time she went on a dating site and flirted with 2 guys, even to the extent of sending pictures of her in her sports attire. It's not unusual for her to go to her Mums. I would welcome the space sometimes in all honesty. I had triggered her, hard. I realised later that slamming the front door on someone and telling to to gtfo is not the best way to lose it to a BPD person with inherent overwhelming fears of rejection.
The following week she came back, I had been talking for a while about her getting her own place so we can have some space as we never had time alone and I felt that was largely the problem with us, I thought she understood this but I think this was also playing on her fears abandonment.
Anyway, her employer agreed to let her stay in one of the rooms (she worked in a inn/hotel close by). And she agreed to stay there for a week for space, I thought this would be good so that the time we spent together would be meaningful and it would allow us have some space and our own time.
The next day she moved out. Bare in mind it is a minute drive away from my house.
She hugged me 3 times before she left and put her arms around me and didn't want to leave.
The day after this, she works, then goes out with her work colleagues to a local pub. I told her not to drink too much because it triggers he, and makes her do crazy things, even total meltdown where she has had to be hospitalised before. I let her go on her own because I still needed space and did not want to drink. She phones me around midnight, I can't remember what she said, just an update I think but it was generally happy. She promised she wouldn't drink much. But I find out later that she continued to get wasted at the hotel she was staying/working at, with a bar manager who works and also lives there, yeah, I'm wondering wtf happened too.
The next day I phone her and she is completely cold, she has split me. I knew it immediately. She is wishy washy on me coming round, the difference between her attitude towards me from the previous day is markedly black and white.
Eventually she asks me to bring her a mcdonalds because she is hungover and fabreeze because she managed to piss the bed. This is big warning sign to me, the only other time she has pissed herself in 4 and a half years was the very day she came to live with me, like 3.5 years ago. It seems to be when she is under severe emotional stress or triggered. I go round there, she looks awful, she is moody and acting strangely. We hang out for a while, she is treating me strangely cold one minute, then hot the next, I am careful of the situation, I know she's unhinged so I don't press her for the moment. She wants me to stay for the evening, but she had been feeding her employer (a family friend) the victim story of the course of some time, I kind of knew this already as with mother figures she tends to play the victim role even if nothing is going, perhaps to induce sympathy, I've seen her play this behaviour before and had noticed a change in the employers attitude towards me.
It is the employers birthday coincidentially. When the employer goes out around 6pm, she calls my ex gf downstairs and apparently she wants me to leave (obviously feels like I'm an abuser or some $#%^ my ex has fed her). My ex gf comes upstairs and starts shouting at me to leave, like a different person, I am shocked, Wtf is going on? I'm thinking, What #######4, I leave, but before I leave she unleashes a tirade at me, I'm asking why I have to leave, and she goes off, insulting, on the doorstep to this hotel, humiliating.
I know now she did this to justify the #######4 she had been leading her employer on to believe. Her employer is a 60 something lady and probably saw herself as a mummy figure to her, little did she know who she really is.
All this after I bring her food and help her clean up her pissed in bed.
I left obviously, but texted her that it is over. And that just treated me like $#%^. I was extremely angry.
It was beginning to be a very ###$ up week, her behaviour on the whole was bizaare, little did I know at the start of this that I was watching a very mentally unwell person completely unravel and destabilise infront of my very eyes.
The next day (thurs) is a blur, I can't remember this day at all, if we talked or not, or if she came round, I can't remember.
Friday we make up, and she comes back to living at my place.
The weekend is good, everything seems back to normal. On Tuesday night, I decided to look at her phone (I never normally do this but her behaviour had been so odd lately I just did).
I look through her internet history, that is when I found the dating website $#%^. I wake her up immediately and she says it was an ego boost. Yeah right. But I got to admit, when things were bad, I actually did this once too, so I can't be a hypocrite about it, although I never actually spoke to anyone or sent pictures.
I start thinking about whether she cheated on me with her manager that night. She seems flimsy on the details and I don't know if I can trust her. (I asked her countless time about this and she denies it every time. She is very convincing if she is lieing, but the details around the night aren't exactly solid, I still to this day are unsure, she says she has never, ever cheated on me, who knows... I guess I have to take her answer for that, I have asked her a lot, to her face and she has always said a resounding no.)
We are intimate and had sex, to me this was a sign of trust, but now I know how disfunctioned she is I really don't know it meant anything.
Over the rest of the week I try to build trust back between us. I try to understand what's going on with her. I forgive her for the internet dating $#%^. She is infinitely bad at communicating or having any idea of what she is feeling. But by the weekend I've had enough, I press her on matters. My birthday fell on the Friday. Saturday night I push her, I still cannot get anything out of her, which isn't unusual and as far as I remember I tell her basically that the way she is behaving isn't right and that perhaps we shouldn't be together, she takes this badly says she's going back home on Monday. Now this isn't abnormal, we have gone through this push/pull $#%^ many many times.
She writes me notes and we hug and kiss and cry and she drives off on Monday morning. Its a 2 hour drive to her Mums, I fall asleep. I awake to her ringing me, twice. I ignore it because I'm tired and just had enough and we had been up all night, obviously I plan to call her later to talk, and make up, and try to discuss ways to help us. I wake up later and I see a text "I can't take this" around the same time of the calls. I phone her up, now this is where the blur starts, I cannot remember anything from this first day or two. I'm pretty sure she is very cold, misdirecting me and off.
I do know that I asked her whats going on and I know she strung me along the first week that nothing was. I find out later that the same day she went back to her Mums, literally hours after ringing me. She is organising a date with someone on the website (jumping into another rs, cannot be alone, bpd

The guy she saw went on a date with her, and rejected her, perhaps he saw some red flags. And within days she was talking to this american army guy 3000 miles away and idealising him and within the first week she had already planned to go visit him and thus the start of all this #######4. He ironically shares lots of similarities with me, but is not as handsome, her Mum even referred to him as shrek. But the signs of a rebound are clear and there. I think she picked this guy because firstly it's a LDR online relationship, full of projection and easy for BPD's to sink their hooks into, and also because he reminded her of me, I even asked her this and she didn't deny it. And also because her recent rejection sent her self esteem plunging to big depths, so I guess the unavailability of this guy physically was appealing, and had plenty of time to groom him, he was also lonely, in a desert with other guys, emotionally needy from what I saw, he had like 30 facebook friends, I know this isn't a true measure of anything but seeing as they were wholly made up of his family members and other army guys I'd say this guy was boring as a doormat, and probably has very low self esteem. He was my replacement, ready and willing. She was basically trying to find anybody to fill her void and avoid any feelings of hurt and grief, a borderlines MO.
She wouldn't of told me about any of this unless I had found out, I have my ways. She would of strung me along, lieing to me the whole time.
I think I massively triggered her. We weren't having the best year but the bad times were coming to a close and I know she very much loved me right up until the end, she still hung on my every word, hugged and embraced me constantly and proprosed to me, as normal. I just don't think she could stop herself once it got to a certain point. And consequently she has thrown everything away, all the promises, all the potential, all the love we once had. We were true soul mates. I loved her, I found her beautiful. Thrown it away for nothing? Out of ######6 fear, how weak is that. Everything means nothing to her now and i'm sure it is completely distorted in her mind, the whole 4.5 years, the whole end, me, everything.
Since that day, everything about our relationship and the end of it has slowly turned into a completely different, twisted story in her head. I can't even make out what she thought of it, I realise now that I was completely split to black in her head, before it even ended. And now, 4.5 weeks after that fateful day, I feel like I'm completely forgotten, a distant memory, if any memory at all, a bad one to be avoided. Even after the messy breakup she still said I was the only one she ever really loved and that I was different to everyone she ever met.
I admit I detached, but I was really gaining hope in her as she had displayed some good signs over the previous 6 months and I felt I could trust her more and more and I was going to propose to her. I had put on weight, but I was only a stone or so overweight, nothing I couldn't lose in a month or two, comes off as quick as I put it on with me, due to overeating (I do this when I'm depressed) and I started exercising a few weeks prior to this fallout, for her, and for the future.
There were many more mitigating factors to this breakup period, I know this is long but seriously it is brief description of the fallout if you can believe that.
I think the spiral started for her when I slammed the door in her face. I think the talk of space and her moving out before that also contributed even though she made out like she understood I think it sparked abandonment fears.
I think that was the start of the end, the start of the tidal surge that could not be stopped. And I have been split black ever since. She is like a different person. And particularly hates me and has cut me off, seemingly forever now.
Forgetting her behaviour before the split for a minute, her behaviour since then has been largely vile, callous, calculating and cruel.
I think ever since the talking of her moving out, she has been spiralling into borderline psychosis and she made pre-preemptive moves to avoid being rejected and. And in doing so instigated the end of our relationship which has caused me immeasurable hurt and pain, knowing that it could all be avoided.
I think she's been punishing me over the breakup, and although in some ways it was a mutual decision (I talked her into it because I felt she wasn't treating me right and I wanted her to sort her head out as usual), I really just wanted her to go away and think about us, and her behaviour and reconcile, like what would happen in a normal RS. I had obviously completely forgotten what happened the last time she pulled this sh*t and spiralled out of control which coincidentially was also in April 2 years prior (she goes a bit crazy in April, around my birthday, every year she does something), and I thought we were stronger, again, forgotting about her disorder and being ignorant to it. What happened next was shock to the system.
Funnily enough during the week after returning from her Mums while she was back with me, she tried to order a sky television subscription for us and an tablet + sim card 24 month subscription, totalling £1000 of credit we didn't have. I cancelled it obviously but I think it was an attempt at her to keep us together. Ironically, I had no intention of leaving her, I loved her. If only she knew.
I would like some respective from females afflicted with borderline personality disorder. She is 27, 28 in a few months. She said she always loved me. I have tried to get her back, I've been needy I admit and I fought for her. This has driven me away now to the point she has played the victim to her family, I am the enemy and she has cut all contact.
Is there a hope in hell of getting her back in the future if I remain no contact? Should I get to friend terms with her before initiating no contact?
She is adament that she loves me but doesn't love me like that anymore. She even says she doesn't find me attractive, but that I am very handsome.
She goes hot and cold and I think that depends on her current status with her new 'love interest' as she puts it.
I know she is filling a void and I think she is in Queen mode atm, wants nothing to do with me and would rather forget, and has seemingly forgotten all the love we shared.
Does this sound like I triggered her, and now she is planning to storm ahead with her life, forgetting about me completely?