Whenever we're separated, he becomes the one who acts distant and uninterested. He's very bad at checking in even once a day, and I have to smoke endlessly to deal with the stressing thought that he might leave me for months at a time during an extended break, for example. Other signs he might not care: not volunteering for simple, easy chores even after I work my ass off to feed and wait on him, refusing to look up information on BPD even though I've told him gently that it might help somewhat if he understood more of where I was coming from, general thoughtlessness when I'm in need (I could be sick for days without him doing something as simple as fetching a glass of water or going to the grocery store for food--he'd do it if asked insistently, I suppose).
I don't know if I love him, a lot of the time. Occasionally I think about cheating on him, for reasons I don't fully understand. I've gone so far as to write Craigslist ads for anonymous sex just to see if anyone would respond, but I'm so cut up I doubt I'd appeal to anyone and that would be an absolutely abhorrent thing to do to a very kind person in any case. Sometimes it just seems like we're tied together by mental illness--his PTSD/#######5 childhood and my depression and BPD--both of which lead to us needing someone else to be like a stable, trustworthy family member, and putting up with a lot of mild abuse to make ourselves think we have that.
That's it, I suppose. If anyone can identify with any part of this (especially the not-so-pretty parts), please, please tell me--most of the time I feel like I'm infecting what could be a stable relationship with my unstable codependent unfaithful #######4, and like I should probably just break up with him to save him further suffering.
