I have tonight discovered BPD after a horrible Christmas which is the end of a horrible year. I’ve lsot my partner who meant more to me than anything in the world because I pushed him away and now I’m wondering, looking back, if I have BPD.
My real problem is that I have complete and inexplicable uncontrollable rages, my partner says it’s like the red mist descends and I have no regard for the situation I’m in or who is around. I only have sporadic memory of these incidents, he might say it went on for 3 hours but I’ll perceive it as more like 30 minutes. I can’t explain what triggers it, except it seems to be linked to a feeling of rejection or being unloved.
I am divorced and I left my ex-husband quite amicably after 10 years of marriage and we split money, childcare, etc very amicably with no rows. Interestingly, I did not have these periods of rage with him (although he witnessed rows with friends of mine that were, although not as dramatic as this past year, probably the start of this pattern of behaviour). When I left I was excited about my new start and living alone after a relationship that had become loveless. It was me who decided to end the marriage.
I met my recent partner almost immediately and it was a very happy period of my life, I was totally in love and thought I’d found my soulmate. He felt the same and proposed after 6 months. A week later he panicked (he had been left by his wife after a rocky marriage and took some time to get over it). He came to see me one night, broke it off and left while I was in the loo. I was totally devastated and felt completely alone. The next morning I drove straight over to see him and we sorted it out, although he did want me back and was sorry he had panicked I felt dreadful, like I was clinging to him and he didn’t want me. I don’t know if I ever re-built confidence in the relationship. I would go into panic mode if he didn’t answer the phone (we spoke at the same time each night) and I would ring again and again until I was exhausted by the crying and feelings of rejection.
Shortly afterwards I was due to see him one night when he had his children but I didn’t have mine. His son was back from a school trip so his ex-wife wanted to pop round and see him. My partner asked me to wait until she had gone (at this point I hadn’t met her). He then called and said she wanted to watch something on TV with her son so it would be a few hours. When I knew this was over I sent him a text to say I was on the way but calling into the supermarket between our houses and could he let me know when the coast was clear and the call never came, my calls went unanswered. Instead of going over or going home I waited in the supermarket until midnight, unable to go to his house for fear of rejection but not wanting to go home and be alone. Eventually I went over and he was alone, but said he and his ex needed to talk about their relationship, had drunk a bottle of wine together and she had asked him to get back together.
I was terrified I would lose him, instead of walking away as I should have, I totally clung to him. He didn’t have any intention of getting back with her, and neither did she really, but I have never got over that night. Now, whenever his ex is mentioned, whether she has called round to drop off/pick up the children, phoned him, or whatever I can’t handle it at all.
In the 18 months since then there have been other incidence of mis-judgement from him, nothing at all sexual (I do believe him on that), but times when I feel he is putting his ex first (sometimes I’m probably right, other times I think I’m over-reacting). But it is my reaction to it that has got more and more extreme. I am constantly terrified of losing him and I feel he doesn’t love me, doesn’t care even though I’ve done some horrible things to him which he has forgiven me for. I get these complete uncontrollable rages and the gaps between them get closer and closer together. I cannot forgive him for anything and throw things back in his face all the time – I have an amazing memory for his wrong-doings but not for mine. I feel lonely all the time and yet when there are people around I feel out of control and want them to go away, especially if they are in my house. I have become more obsessed with routine and order. I used to go to his house and find the chaos amusing, and I loved helping him and doing things for him, now I just cannot bear it. I want him to myself all the time and resent interference (phone calls, visitors, etc) when it is “our” time (we have set childcare patterns with our ex’s and so have certain times we can have time to ourselves). I get very, very angry about trivial things and then regret it afterwards.
One thing I dread and fear is him not turning up at my house when he is due to come over. In the early days his parents were staying with him (between houses for a few months) and he would often come straight from work, but other times he would go home and come later, and the waiting was almost unbearable, I would convince myself he had dumped me, had a car accident, gone back to his ex, etc even if he was half an hour later than I expected.
After the time he walked out while I was in the loo a week after our engagement I cannot stand him leaving my house, even if it’s planned and he’s going to work. I’m fine if we leave for work together but otherwise I feel resentful towards him and might say nasty things, even though I need to get ready and go to work myself and need him out of my way. When he used to stay weekends I would leave at the same time as him to pick up my children or I would feel so desperately lonely when he has gone, I couldn’t bear to be in the house alone so soon after he was there and I’d resist washing his mug, or making the bed so I could feel his presence for a bit longer. I thought it was because I loved him but now I think it might be feelings of being abandoned.
Anyway, I could go on. But then came Christmas, a thorny topic with two sets of kids and two ex’s. It was his turn for his kids and he decided to go to his parents, which upset me but I was OK with it. We spent Christmas eve together then he left Christmas morning (to a few thorny comments from me even though I knew he had to go). I had made a huge effort with his presents as I knew I’d been a bitch the past 6 months or more, including a weekend away just after Christmas. His presents was mediocre, less than past occasions and just not really showing any thought for what I’d like. I tried to cover it up but I was hurt and in tears the best part of the morning. Then my folks came for lunch and later, when my kids had gone to their Dad’s I called him to say I was on my way over to his parents, a 20 minute drive or so. When I arrived 30 minutes later there was noone home. I called and he said they’d gone for a walk and I could wait “the day didn’t revolve around me”. I sat in my car in the cold and felt so completely alone and hurt until they returned. I tried to put on a cheerful face for the evening. I spoke to my Dad (who left when I was 14 to love with his new wife and her children) who was with some of my step-siblings having a great time and I felt totally isolated. And then when everyone went to bed it all came out and I can’t even remember most of it. His children were upset and told their mother (who was horrified) and his parents won’t have anything to do with me (or him, at the moment). I just don’t understand why I can’t control it but I completely have no sense of myself when it happens. I’ve done it to him before, and it doesn’t seem to be the “big” things that trigger it – I totally lost it once because his daughter had slept in his bed when I wasn’t there (she’s only 6) – I felt it was a completely personal rejection of me. It scares me that it happens and that I am “not there” when it does. It has happened a few times in the past with friends which were isolated incidents and years apart. But this past 6-12 months it has just been frequent and scary. He has said I frighten him. Funnily enough, today when we talked I realised how much he did love me, but I could never see that. I know there is no way back for us but what do I do about it so it doesn’t happen again?