Oh, Mie, I totally sympathize. Does your partner overindulge in wine? When mine does, the BPD is accentuated and any hope of good communication is lost.
A new thing has come up recently: jealousy or suspicion that I am interested in other men (like the guy who worked for us). We started a café and you can imagine that there are also men clients. Once I had a lively conversation with a man about nothing special, but he had interesting ways of expressing himself and smart humor. My partner made sardonic comments about 'my new friend' a few times. Also yesterday I sat down after the working day, had a glass of wine and talked to a regular client for a while. This morning he asked me if I like the guy. I said sure, don't you? And he said: 'Ahaaa! Bingo!' and gave me a crazy look. I'm worried that this will be a new major issue and topic of his monologues. Is there any way to stop it?
The last thing I'm interested is other men! One is a handful.
I've been accused of having a hidden relationship with some imaginary man. Frankly, after having a BPD ex-husband and now repeating my mistake, this time with a BPD-lite husband, I can't imagine ever wanting to have another man in my life.
I've just started exploring the lessons on this website. Last night I tried SET (sympathy, empathy, truth) and found it to be very effective in getting my husband to relax and trust me. He has been so on edge, that anything I say gets filtered into "is she criticizing me?"
I could say "the sky is blue" and he'd take it as a criticism. Using SET, we had a pleasant evening.
Coming to terms with the idea that he has a mental illness has made me grieve our relationship. I thought at last that I had found someone with whom I could be on equal footing. Although we've been together 10 years and I've seen the roller coaster so many times, I somehow harbored a fantasy that he would "snap out of it" if he could just see his behavior from my perspective.
Well, that's not going to happen. So now I'm faced with management. It's sort of like training my horses, except when they act out, they're just scared--they don't think I'm evil.