Last few weeks were OK, I still think of her every single day, many times during each day but I managed to rationalize this situation and realized what is best for me.
This weekend I decided to stay at home, didn't make any plans with my friends or family (now I think this was a mistake), and decided to work on my side project.
Well, I didn't do a thing related to my side project. I spent the whole day reading about BPD relationships, thinking of her and our relationship.
When I felt totally down, I started reading Shari Schreiber materials (I know, people here don't like her, and I agree that she is kind of an idiot).
By the end of the day, I felt terrible, I just went outside and started walking. Here, where I am, is late evening, so I just put my earplugs and walked couple of hours to clear my mind. Of course, I passed by her building and noticed that her car isn't there, lights are off (am I a stalker now?
). I started thinking where she is, how come she is out, she always talked how she doesn't like to go out late, bla bla - you get the point - I started to torture myself.
I walked again for 30-45 minutes and went home. On the way home I actually started crying. Not just because of her, but I was also thinking about my therapy sessions and FOO issues that we are discussing now (I think this was even bigger trigger than my previous relationship). So... .Total collapse... .
The most ridiculous thing is that I ended this relationship. I even took some time off to think over this. And I decided to end it. She wanted me to reconsider, told me that I broke her by doing this but I did it anyway. And now I am feeling this. How is this possible? What would happen if she left me?
She is diagnosed BPD but I don't think she fully accepts this diagnose. I mean, she told me about BPD (and now I am grateful for this, because knowing this helped me a lot, I would go insane trying to rationalize all the 'BPD' things) but said that she doesn't see a lot of traits in her behavior. Not sure if she really meant this or just was to scared to admit it (we were only 4 months together). But when I read all the horror stories here on this board, I must admit I didn't go through something like that. Actually, even my therapist said that I got scared because I knew about BPD and its symptoms and when I recognized that behavior I ran for my life.
But I ran with my mind, not with my heart.
And this is my biggest doubt now... .I know that she is in therapy. I know that she is trying and I feel that I left too soon because I was too scared (thanks Shari). But again, I could also try again but large portion of me still believes that it wouldn't succeed. But why do I feel this way then? This is so messed up... .