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LOLOL.  That's my "pet name" for my exh this week.  Or perhaps I should refer to him as my:

Ex 3 year old funk nasty dog

I know - I use humor to deflect pain at times.  I guess I'm not totally healthy just yet.  Alas.  

I wonder what would happen if we formed a nonBPD meetup group.  Then we could have a dart tournament and bring pics of our exs (or better yet for some, our exs & their new love) for targets.

I'd kick all you guys butts, I've been practicing.  If you want to put money on it, I'd even step my game up a notch.

Smile guys!

In bold.

Besides a steady stream of tears... .

That would flow out... .

As we recounted our horrific stories... .?

I think darts... .

Would certainly bring levity... .

To the chaos and tragedy... .

That we find ourselves in.

Good idea!

:) there... .

Just for you lady.

And then watch, it'll become the BPD Survivor Dating Service

I have a feeling there might be a couple of us who bring in the same pictures... .lol.  Hey, you know what Lady, it is either laugh or cry and I'm right there with you!

WOW you guys are hilarious! Love it.

The dating service & bringing in the same pictures - funny but actually could be true.

Listen up Lady31!  I like your style!  I throw a pretty decent dart.  I am not too shabby at pool either LOL.  Humor can be so healing.  We probably shouldn't make our disordered exes the butt of so much sarcasm... .O what the heck... .why not?  They made mincemeat of our hearts countless times.  And they weren't joking. 

I truly enjoy hanging with friends as a way to unwind and let go of the obsession of my ex.  It would be fun to hang with a bunch of you all... .we "get" each other.  Bring it on,Lady31! 

Fiddle

Sometimes I wonder if we paint our exes as black as they painted us.

I agree with Alliance. Painting my husband black was a coping mechanism for a good long time, but I still felt horrible. He may have done all sorts of horrible things to me, but he is also hurting deep inside and knows to some degree what he has done and lost. Sometimes though, it makes me mad and very sad and my thoughts are not pristine either.

Ok, I was never fond of yellow milk in my cheerios.  But it's all good I guess.

Alliance - do we paint them as black as they painted us?  I can't speak for you.  I can tell you that unless you believe in "50 shades of black" my comment (joke, btw) would definitely land somewhere else in the color spectrum when contrasted with the black paint thrown my way.  Am I angry about it?  On occasion.  Am I annoyed by it?  On occasion.  Is that healthy?  I don't know.  I know that one of my biggest problems is perfectionism - so I'm working really hard at letting that go right about now. 

In all transparency - during the most hurt and angry time I had a serious conversation with the Lord.  (Yep - I'm a Christian, and was saying this to God - hold on to your hats guys.)  And I remember bawling my eyes and "reasoning" with him telling him how much it hurt and how unfair it was.  And how horrible my ex had been and how he had gotten by with all this crap and... .drum roll... .

How it would be so much easier for me to get over if he had died and not left me.  And then I seriously thought for a split second or two - Lord, if he's all messed up and will never have a normal life, and all he is going to do is continue torturing and abusing people not to mention hurting himself, wouldn't that be better for all of us?  I mean, he is saved and going to heaven and all that.

Is everybody still breathing?  Yeah - I'm asking that because I just realized I wasn't.

Anyway - then it was like that "still small voice"  back at me... ."Really Lady?"

Reality check - anger passes really fast... ."Oh NO Lord, not REALLY."

Thank God for grace... .because that was black.