LostGentleman
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My relationship ended. Today. By my hands. One year and a half. No idea how I'll cope.
She has BPD which is going untreated, with a long promise to get help. So I can get help to know how to do things too. Being close, perspective is needed.
It doesn't matter how hard I try
How much I withstand
I talk like a normal person, I don't let ptsd get in the way, only very rare exceptions - i get some distance if I am not alright, to make sure I won't injure her psychologically with my ptsd, to the best of my ability. She is the human I'm most careful on how I talk with. She can barely cope with normal talking, with normal emotions from my side - figure if it was any worse.. I'd be dead. I walk on eggshells that always break, regardless of how I walk.
And yet.. She tells me that ..well actually she says a lot, all sorts of bad things, and yes supposedly it's part of Borderline, it's how it is. But I'm just a monster. Just the bad thing. Yesterday, she spammed me that I was the reason she wanted to die. That I was the reason to her depression. That I was the reason to all that there is bad.
Literally, copy paste. Over and over. With non-stop calls, all over the place. Etc.
I tried to ignore those claims, but heck, what if she really feels that way? Thing is, she is not one to say sorry, much less to take back her random, accusations and insults.
It just adds up. Piles and piles of unsatisfaction.
If she does an action that is incorrect, even then I am told it's my fault.
And yes, I know that is due to Borderline.
I don't hate her. I don't resent her. Heck, I love her. And I understand, there's her, and then there's the personality chunks that are from the disorder. Plus all the different, altered perception the disorder causes. PTSD is a disorder, I know how I can't trust my judgment on "feeling at risk" etc. So I understand, some parts.
Today, touching the topic, she said I AM the reason she wants to die, I AM the reason she has depression (she had in the past blamed me for it, but hours later at night, she very fast told me it isn't so, that she was just upset, that I was not.)
So, I did the only thing someone who loves can do. I broke up.
She got very upset, saying that it won't solve anything, because she wants me. When I said it was the only way to solve the issue, since it was how she felt it, regardless of the cause for such feeling - she answered: "Yes there is a way to fix it. You change!"
I went... "I change..? Change what?"
She said I was to change how I speak.
When I said I speak like a normal human being. That like a normal person, I will show emotions sometimes. Speak in many tones depending on the occasion. And that I was not disrespectful, that I was not insulting, nor called her names. That I talked like a normal human being.
At first she said no, that i didn't. She laughed. I gave all sorts of examples, comparing to a normal person.
Which actually showed me having more calm towards her insults, name calling, etc etc, than a person would normally have.
Then the said yes, I was a normal person. And that was it. That I could be better. That I shouldn't have all those emotions.
Heck.
I told her I am a normal person, if she doesn't want that, to find someone to her taste.
Me, I was waiting (hoping) for her to have a moment of "aha!", of seeing, realizing, I'm not the monster she constantly claims, not the "HORRIBLE BOYFRIEND! WORST BOYFRIEND!!!" she yelled at me that I was, a week and a half ago...and many other times
That she could actually see me, and acknowledge me
Yeah, I'm stupid, aren't I?
Stupid kid, waiting for something that apparently is not meant to happen. Just believing in her. Why do I believe in her so much? Why do I just sit and wait, for her to be the person my heart says she is?
I tried so hard
I tried my best
I tried to survive it all
My effort is never enough
Never
I need her to get help before she kills herself. Or before I do.
But she said that she won't. Despite her promise. She said that since I broke up, she won't go to the psychologist.
I want to be the best husband and father possible, to work out my issues and traumas, my depression and ptsd, although I'm not married nor have children yet
I hoped she would think like that too
I hoped my struggle and my not giving up, would give her inspiration
An incentive, to not give up, to go to the psychologist, and
..
Yeah, I'm not sure how I'm going to cope. I can't play with her life, with her health, I can't minimize something as huge as her claim that for her, being with me, is source of depression and of wanting to die, regardless of what made such feelings appear, regardless of borderline, I can't risk losing her, as in, her losing her life, or living miserable, because of me existing in her life
And I don't deserve to live being perceived as nothing but an hazard to the person I love and want to make happy
I can't risk her life
I can't make her unhappy
There is nothing I can do
Loving someone so much, and there being nothing one can do
Why is that?
It's so unfair
Why give a heart such big feelings if they can't exist??????????? If they can't happen????
Why such cruelty?
And I'm not talking of her, she did not give me these feelings. I don't know where romantic love for someone comes from.. I'm talking of THAT.. of..who...makes those be born on our hearts
Because my heart is nothing but scars
And I'm so tired
I'm so tired
Why is all my effort so worthless
She has BPD which is going untreated, with a long promise to get help. So I can get help to know how to do things too. Being close, perspective is needed.
It doesn't matter how hard I try
How much I withstand
I talk like a normal person, I don't let ptsd get in the way, only very rare exceptions - i get some distance if I am not alright, to make sure I won't injure her psychologically with my ptsd, to the best of my ability. She is the human I'm most careful on how I talk with. She can barely cope with normal talking, with normal emotions from my side - figure if it was any worse.. I'd be dead. I walk on eggshells that always break, regardless of how I walk.
And yet.. She tells me that ..well actually she says a lot, all sorts of bad things, and yes supposedly it's part of Borderline, it's how it is. But I'm just a monster. Just the bad thing. Yesterday, she spammed me that I was the reason she wanted to die. That I was the reason to her depression. That I was the reason to all that there is bad.
Literally, copy paste. Over and over. With non-stop calls, all over the place. Etc.
I tried to ignore those claims, but heck, what if she really feels that way? Thing is, she is not one to say sorry, much less to take back her random, accusations and insults.
It just adds up. Piles and piles of unsatisfaction.
If she does an action that is incorrect, even then I am told it's my fault.
And yes, I know that is due to Borderline.
I don't hate her. I don't resent her. Heck, I love her. And I understand, there's her, and then there's the personality chunks that are from the disorder. Plus all the different, altered perception the disorder causes. PTSD is a disorder, I know how I can't trust my judgment on "feeling at risk" etc. So I understand, some parts.
Today, touching the topic, she said I AM the reason she wants to die, I AM the reason she has depression (she had in the past blamed me for it, but hours later at night, she very fast told me it isn't so, that she was just upset, that I was not.)
So, I did the only thing someone who loves can do. I broke up.
She got very upset, saying that it won't solve anything, because she wants me. When I said it was the only way to solve the issue, since it was how she felt it, regardless of the cause for such feeling - she answered: "Yes there is a way to fix it. You change!"
I went... "I change..? Change what?"
She said I was to change how I speak.
When I said I speak like a normal human being. That like a normal person, I will show emotions sometimes. Speak in many tones depending on the occasion. And that I was not disrespectful, that I was not insulting, nor called her names. That I talked like a normal human being.
At first she said no, that i didn't. She laughed. I gave all sorts of examples, comparing to a normal person.
Which actually showed me having more calm towards her insults, name calling, etc etc, than a person would normally have.
Then the said yes, I was a normal person. And that was it. That I could be better. That I shouldn't have all those emotions.
Heck.
I told her I am a normal person, if she doesn't want that, to find someone to her taste.
Me, I was waiting (hoping) for her to have a moment of "aha!", of seeing, realizing, I'm not the monster she constantly claims, not the "HORRIBLE BOYFRIEND! WORST BOYFRIEND!!!" she yelled at me that I was, a week and a half ago...and many other times
That she could actually see me, and acknowledge me
Yeah, I'm stupid, aren't I?
Stupid kid, waiting for something that apparently is not meant to happen. Just believing in her. Why do I believe in her so much? Why do I just sit and wait, for her to be the person my heart says she is?
I tried so hard
I tried my best
I tried to survive it all
My effort is never enough
Never
I need her to get help before she kills herself. Or before I do.
But she said that she won't. Despite her promise. She said that since I broke up, she won't go to the psychologist.
I want to be the best husband and father possible, to work out my issues and traumas, my depression and ptsd, although I'm not married nor have children yet
I hoped she would think like that too
I hoped my struggle and my not giving up, would give her inspiration
An incentive, to not give up, to go to the psychologist, and
..
Yeah, I'm not sure how I'm going to cope. I can't play with her life, with her health, I can't minimize something as huge as her claim that for her, being with me, is source of depression and of wanting to die, regardless of what made such feelings appear, regardless of borderline, I can't risk losing her, as in, her losing her life, or living miserable, because of me existing in her life
And I don't deserve to live being perceived as nothing but an hazard to the person I love and want to make happy
I can't risk her life
I can't make her unhappy
There is nothing I can do
Loving someone so much, and there being nothing one can do
Why is that?
It's so unfair
Why give a heart such big feelings if they can't exist??????????? If they can't happen????
Why such cruelty?
And I'm not talking of her, she did not give me these feelings. I don't know where romantic love for someone comes from.. I'm talking of THAT.. of..who...makes those be born on our hearts
Because my heart is nothing but scars
And I'm so tired
I'm so tired
Why is all my effort so worthless
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