I'm not sure what hurts most. That he lied to me. That he apparently never truly loved me nor were we ever REAL in his mind. Or, that I thought so highly of him, practically worshipped him as I truly believed before it all unraveled and the ugly truth revealed itself that he was the best man I had ever known. I had never felt so safe and loved.
I feel you, sirensong. I worshiped my exBPDbf too... . I felt so safe, comfortable, and loved with him. I knew that I would never want for anything, as long as I had him. He was my "home."
Even right now, knowing what I know, I would still love to crawl into bed beside him, feel his big strong arms wrapped around me, and nuzzle my face into his chest to lull myself to sleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat. I still feel him and smell him and hear his voice. I still ache for him.
I wish I could turn these feelings off. But then again I don't. I'm a human being who loves deeply, who can't just shut my emotions off and paint someone else black. I take comfort in that, even though it hurts like hell.