I'm having a bit of a hard time here coping with, you guessed it, some abandonment issues.
My best friend of a few years and I had recently entered into a (quite transient) relationship. He, much to my dismay and not unmet by great resistance, recently (2 weeks ago) decided to end the relationship. This was bad enough on me, I spent days upon days laying in my bed miserable and letting myself think I would never be able to feel the same way for someone, that I didn't deserve to have anyone, etc. Anyway, per-usual, he wanted to continue to be "best friends." I was very resistant to that idea, because I remember how miserable I was when we were not in a relationship: constantly worrying about if he was with someone else or that he was starting to like someone else without my knowledge. Now to the main issue. We have always been very close, as friends or as more. We haven't gone a single day in the past two years without talking to each other for a significant portion of the day. Now, in a week, we both will be going off to different universities. I have been really dreading this because, due to my BPD, I get very jealous when he spends any time with anyone other than myself. For the past couple of weeks, I have constantly been calling him telling him how much I hate him and never want to speak to him again, only to call him right back telling him I am sorry and he is my best friend and I can't imagine living without him. Today I was having a conversation with him and we were talking about going off to college. We started talking about how it is going to be difficult to keep up our friendship. Then came the stunner. He said this to me: "I know it's going to be hard. But I will try to talk to you at least once a month."
Click.
I had to hang up the phone because I was so panicky. This is a person who I am completely obsessed with and literally cannot function without talking to. I was expecting a "I'll try to call you every night before I get started on work or go out." So basically all day today I have been a nervous wreck. I am showing it physically. My family has been commenting on how pale I am. I am shaking uncontrollably. I guess the point of this post is to ask: how am I supposed to even survive (at least for the next week) without breaking down as I always do and texting or calling him, when I know I am not wanted? I can (and have before) make these promises to myself that I am not going to let it bother me, or that I am not going to talk to him, and just give him space, but four hours later I find myself typing a message or making a phone call. What can I do? Am I just a lost cause?