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Thanks Naruto. I was going to make my first post on this forum, but after reading this thread, this was EXACTLY what I went through. It's like you are me, and we lived the same existence. So, I figure I'll add my slightly different version to this.
My PwBPD ex also had a relationship with her ex-husband that she kept secret from me. The mechanics of the betrayal was identical to yours. I also snooped on her phone (which I also am not proud of). I found sexual / flirtatious messages exchanged between them, but also with other men as well during the 4 years we were together... I learned her ex-husband has a foot fetish. I called her out on this. I initially broke up on her, but she was so good at love bombing and manipulating me and made me think - "Surely, I must be over reacting to this". So, I came back like an idiot. I believe her when she said she'll "do better".
Over the months I would catch her in a bunch of lies. She would say one thing and do another. She would hide me from times she spent with her ex-husband. She would take a call from him, and walk to the other end of the apartment and hide in the closet to take his call. I told her I felt so disrespected by her behaviors to keep us in "silos". She would come up with a bunch of excuses as to why I was misunderstanding everything.
I was so trauma bonded and in a state of jealous distress, that I took it one step further - I left an audio recorder in her living room one day, when I knew her ex-husband was going to stop by (this I am incredibly ashamed of. I should of never took it this far). At the very height of our relationship, 20 minutes after I left, she invites him over. She proceeds to give him a haircut (probably with him naked), then passionately kisses him afterwards, gives words of love and affection, and touches his gentiles. She at first lies about this, then downplayed it, then made up new details, then denied all of it.
I believe they call that "triangulation", when they float the other love interest around to make you jealous and keep you fighting for her.
Anytime I would bring up my concerns, she would DARVO (deny, attack, reverse victim and offender) me, so then I would JADE (justify, argue, defend, and explain). She was a magician with words. Her ability to manipulate was next level. She was just a collection of survival defense mechanisms and games she would play, that she learned from her difficult childhood to get lovers to remain committed.
She grew up with a absent biological father, and a cruel narcissistic mother. Also, the more I dove into all her behavior patterns, I can't help but feel she may be autistic to some degree, as well as BPD.
After confronting her with all this, I left in a state of disgust. I told her we were over and that she had zero boundaries. Again... like an idiot, she tried to play me. We talked on the phone for a week. I told her I didn't trust her. I didn't want to physically be in her presence. Eventually she would just "assume" we were back together like nothing ever happened. Then came the attempts to raise the stakes by finally allowing me to meet her son, and telling me if I wasn't available to do so, she would be angry. She would eventually use this event against me when I attempted to leave for good. She would say, "how could you do such a thing, especially after I just introduced you to my son". Meanwhile, I haven't agreed to even be back together with her. Crazy.
On Christmas Day evening (of all times) I was so trauma bonded I couldn't wait one more day to let her know I was done for good. I sat her down and said I had to remove myself from her and seek therapy and distance. The look in her eyes when I told her this, was like pure evil. Glossy. I calmly stated I was in a state of anxiety and our relationship was unhealthy, and I needed time to process and heal. She escorted me out of her house angerly.
I went no contact. Almost immediately I could feel the overwhelming weight lift from my chest as I left her apartment. The first few nights were rough. Dreams / nightmares. Intense feelings of guilt, but also relief. Eventually after a couple weeks her best friend became a "flying monkey" and tried to understand what went wrong, and what information I could provide her. At first I resisted. But the second time, I caved and told her probably more than I should. I mentioned I believe she has BPD and that she needs help. That was a mistake... that was used against me for the smear campaign.
I learned during this time my PwBPD ex broke her hand (probably intentionally) to get my attention. She lied to her friends that it was because she fell with shoveling (they have video evidence of this wasn't the case). She would call me up from random numbers, hoping I'd answer and leave voicemails telling me, "It's all just one big misunderstanding".
2-3 more weeks passed and my PwBPD ex sent a text to let me know how much "work she has been doing on her self lately". I believe she was lying that she was seeking counseling. I foolishly scheduled a call with her. It was about 5 minutes of light catching up. She actually asked me, "So.. why did you leave me again?". Uhhh.. what? I told her I think it's best that the relationship remain over. At this point, she went nuts. The true version of her self came out. The mask came off. She went from "I love you", to a 10 minute diatribe of all the things I've done wrong. I just held the phone away from my ears while she berated me. I finally stated calmly that we should remain apart. She then says, "Good, I'm glad its over, I've wanted this anyway. I'm going to find a big strong man that can deal with my issues. I am never talking to you again, and If I see you out in public, I'm going to ignore you. Bye". We hung up.
I feel pretty awful at this point. I can't have it end like this. I sent her a text about an hour later basically stating, I still care about her and cherish our memories, I want the best for her and happiness, and hope one day there is room for friendship... You know, something an adult would say after a breakup. She actually texts back in 3 days and states maybe she would be open to a friendship, but asks me what that would look like - I think she is gaging what level of "supply" will I actually provide her if she agrees to this. I don't respond for a month, until yesterday (3/7)...
3/8 is her birthday. My mind and heart was twirling with feelings of remorse, love, missing her, mourning our friendship, guilt, shame. I know this person is so toxic and I don't trust her, but I'm stuck in love with her. This sucks. I hate "holding onto baggage". She may hate me, but I don't hate her. I don't like to hold grudges, and I feel the need to forgive her and absolve her and myself from this pain, so I can move on.
I sent her a text message yesterday truly apologizing for my mistakes in the relationship / breakup and causing her pain. I wish for her happiness with whoever her next boyfriend is, and wished her a happy birthday. I didn't make any requests, begged, or hinted at trying to get back together. She didn't have to respond back if she didn't want to. Silence from her. I know now I have been "Split black" - just like she said, I am dead to her. Crazy.
To recap: I gave my all. I loved her. I wanted a future with her. I didn't care about her faults. I gave her multiple chances after cheating on me. She gaslit me, lied to me. She reframed the truth to avoid her accountability. I leave after expressing my deepest concerns for my mental health, NOT because I abandoned her (like she says I have done). She smears me to her friends (they hate me now too). Now she hates me, and I believe she is with another dude(s).
You used the term "Mind f*cked"... I feel like I was Mind r*aped. And on top of it, no one has any idea what I went through. This was not a normal breakup. No one quite believes me or understands. They want me to get over it. It's sort of like I was abducted by aliens and anal probed and sent back to Earth... and everyone thinks your crazy if you try to talk about it.
The love you feel in the highest moments from them, is almost like the unconditional love people describe they receive from "God" during a near death experience. It's all encompassing. They set aside your faults, and love you for exactly who you are, and how you've always wished to be loved... Then you realize it's all a game. It was fake. It never existed. They never existed. It's one thing to mourn an actual death... but this person is still alive. You know where to go for the source of this incredible drug. But you know you'll never get it again. Pure sadness.
Thank you for this forum.
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