It's been two weeks exactly since my exBPDso of 12 years moved out and I am still feeling wonderful. Most folks in Leaving are not feeling wonderful, so I'm thinking perhaps I should celebrate here instead. I figure I did most of my mourning while still in the relationship, because now I feel so free. Living without her insanity in my home is blissful. I think about missing her but I just don't.
I've known for a long time that I got into this relationship to try to save my father and his BPD wife, even though he was dead by that point. I tried so hard to save my partner, and I did get her to a better place in life, but then I realized it was me that needed saving, so I did that. I saved myself and thus did what my father could not.
My life is getting back on track and it feels good. Thank you for reading.
