I remember the day the light went off for me. It was this last December. I returned his rage with equal fervor. I felt awful the next day, ashamed of myself, ashamed I would say those things to someone I love. With every nasty thing he pulled out that night, I matched him and might have raised him. I apologized to him for my behavior two days later ( the next time I saw him). I did not bring up his behavior, nor did he, or return an apology.
This reads like a passage out of my journal.
I completely relate to the part about my apologizing and my ex-dxBPD never apologizing. After about two years I finally started to crack under the pressure of it all and displayed behaviors not inline with who I am. My ex was not a yeller, he was the waif type. I became the one who yelled. I never once got an actual apology from him. He never once came to the realization without my catching him that he did wrong and then apologized. I would feel so guilty about becoming a person I am not and displaying behaviors that were not norm that I was ashamed and would try to make amends.
I even remember sitting there in the living room one day while he got on the phone with his therapist. After everything he had done. After all the games, lies and manipulation he said something that almost caused me to pass out.
He said to his therapist "It's ok now. I (me, not him) had apologized." ... . He never acknowledged his behavior. That was the day I started to truly see that we were never going to get anywhere.
I was changing from a person who, like you, looked for the good in people, to someone who was behaving in a manner which had caused me tremendous pain and one I had no respect for at all. It just was not me. I didn't want to behave this way with anyone, ever, especially my partner.
Same here. I still struggle with this.
However, I have a different take on it as opposed to taking on BPD behaviors. I don't know if it's so much that we pick up their behaviors as much as everyone has a breaking point. My therapist and out couples therapist said that I had more patience than anyone they had seen in years. I realized that my tolerance for unacceptable behaviors was extremely high due to factors from my childhood. I had learned to just accept and accept until I broke. It's something I have been working on in the last 20 months to change.
By the time I cracked he had done so much to me. He had lied about me. He had blamed me for things that couldn't be my fault. He had pushed me to a breaking point. He had positioned me to violate my own boundaries and beliefs for his own benefit. It became a pressure cooker and I finally blew up.
What I'm learning is to set a tighter set of boundaries so that I never find myself in this position. I didn't take on BPD behaviors (though I did question my sanity at times). But I did violate myself. I did eventually break.
Everyone has a breaking point.