I read about a lot of people with their relationships with BPDs and they are really a lot more messed up than mine was. In any case, I'm in my Senior year in college and dated a girl for a year and a half, and she's been thru it all. First off, she is smart, funny, and absolutely gorgeous. However, she was raped, sexually assaulted, saw a friend die, has a mom with biploar, really odd boyfriends, etc...when I met her I went thru most of which you guys wouldn't be surprised to hear. I stopped her from cutting, hitting herself, had to calm her during flashbacks, panic attacks, suicidality, etc. We also has numerous, heated arguments that led to us breaking up almost every week. Often she would try to make me jealous by flirting with other guys, or just start fights for no reason, often throwing things, screaming terrible insults at me, etc. I stood by her thru all of this because when she was actually healthy we were pretty amazing together. I always knew in the back of my mind that this girl was borderline, and biploar, and odds are it wouldn't work out. Then, I helped convince her to go to McLean Hospital, and seek DBT therapy. She definitely improved, and after that all of a sudden the relationship changed. She was an amazing girlfriend, did whatever she could to help me, was SO loyal to me, and basically everything I could have ever wanted. Last semester (Sept. 2009-Dec. 2009) things just skyrocketed. We practically lived together and hung out all the time. Still, I was able to find so much balance in my life. We go to Cornell University (which has a TON of work), but we both got good grades, moreover, I was able to hang out with my own friends, talk to my family, go to the gym, etc. Furthermore, she started to learn how to be a better gf by the day, we started watching football (which I love), going out on some weekends, she finally got along with my friends well, things were great! There were still issues ofcourse-- panic attacks, flashbacks, depression, psycho motor retardation-- but I was so committed thru all of this that anytime something happened we both found a way to get thru it. Crossword puzzles, games, massages, making her sandwiches, throwing a football when she became hyper, etc...pretty much anything you could imagine that would help her. Obviously, the relationship was imbalanced (which she felt really guilty about), but she was working so hard to correct it that I really believed in her and would give her time to correct everything. Also, we would still sometimes have fights that led to her screaming fits and episodes, but they virtually stopped for the final 3 months because she was put on Zoloft. We spent a month apart during Winter break which did send her into a very depressive spiral, but, she quickly rebounded and we just hit the ground running when we returned to school. This sounds like a really inspiring story right?!?! I mean, for months my friends and my family told me that we could never have a normal relationship, they would sit me alone in my room everyday and tell me to get out before I got hurt. Even they started to admit they were wrong, and we were really on our way. I made the mistake of really letting my guard down, I completely ignored the fact that she was bipolar and could change her mind any second. I really believed that this was the right girl for me, and that we would be together forever. Before I was honestly afraid of breaking up with her because she was so attached to me, but that stopped even being a possibility. She would talk about our wedding, kids, family, future, everyday, and I really started to believe we would have all of that.
When February started, all of a sudden everything just changed. We had a hard conversation where she told me that she was really worried about being long-distance, and that her therapist at McLean might tell her she has to break up with me because distance is so hard on her. Also because she was too dependent on me this year, and next year it would be a hard transition to be without me-- I was her whole life. I knew I was really in for a hard, hard time after that talk. The next day, petty fights just started up constantly for no reason. She soon went into a severe depressive state, to the point where she had seizure-like behaviors. Things turned really quickly, and became really bad. She stayed in my room for about 4 days straight and I had to carry her around everywhere. I had to get her every meal, call professors to tell them she was ill, carry her to the bathroom, etc. Her rape flashbacks also started up again, and the Zoloft completely took away her sex drive. As a result, her Body Image disorders just shot thru the roof, everything was going wrong. Then shortly before Valentine's day she came and told me she didn't know if she loved me anymore, obviously I was crushed! The next day she sent me a message, blocking me on facebook and saying she will no longer contact me because of advice from her parents and doctors. Her mom confirmed this, stating that she needs to become more emotionally dependent, mainly because she will not have me to take care of her 24/7 after this May. We have not seen each other, or spoken word since (nearly 3 weeks).
Can anybody explain this to me? I feel like I wasted 1.5 years of my life. Logically, I know life must go on and I have such a solid friends/family support base that getting thru this really hasn't been that bad. I'm still devastated though and think about her everyday. I dream about her every night. I hope to never hear from her again because I'm so angry, what kind of sick person gives you their life for 18 months, then just expunges you completely? At the same time-- I secretly hope, everyday, that she contacts me and gives me a reason to take her back. I also know that I will never take her back again, or will I? I'm very confused. Does she come back to me? Do I contact her? Is there any hope? Is she going to make an honest effort to get better, then come back to me when she is ready? What in the world is going on?!?!? LOL....it felt good to get this off of my chest because nobody understands what I'm going through, but maybe you guys will...