So as I pass 2 years NC, I have come to accept everything as it is... . as it was. And I am surprised to find that my overwhelming emotion is: regret.
Not that I couldn't save the relationship.
Not that I couldn't make it work.
Not that the love of my life has gone and I am devastated.
For I have no interest in those things and they are not my truth any more. The regret I have is that I could not let all of this go and move on more quickly.
Those first few months after being dropped on my head and crawling through the slime of the covert abuse that is the silent treatment, I was in agony. My body was sensitised, addicted. I was in enormous pain, a lump in my throat, a weight in my chest. I begged for contact but received none. I screamed for closure and an explanation, but received none.
I now know that my exBPD's silence was not a hard thing for him to maintain. He wasn't in pain and struggling to keep his distance from the love of his life. He was in fact relieved that I was out of the way. He was free to focus on my replacement and quietly buzzing off the supply I was providing in spades with each emotional text and voicemail.
Knowing this with so much certainty now, I realise that the last two years were a waste of sorts as the agony was all mine... . of my own creation. My own negative self-beliefs allowed him to hurt me. To confirm all of my worst fears about being unworthy and unloveable.
As grateful as I am for this lesson and for the new me that emerged from the ashes of borderline abuse, I still wish I could have gotten to this stage earlier... . a year ago... . 18 months ago... . 20 months ago. But to let it affect me for a full 1.5 - 2 years stings. Everything in its own time I suppose, but I resolve never to let anyone or anything affect me like that again. I will not wallow like that again. I am fairly certain I can't do that again... . that I have been reprogammed.
His abuse shone alight on the parts of me that needed healing. I was in pain for my broken neglected inner child and not for him at all. Now that I have fixed that inner child and am the source of my own love and support, I am fairly certain nothing can decimate me like that again.
On that level 2 years is not too big a price. But still, I regret not trusting myself earlier, faster... . and all the wonderful advice I received on this forum.
So, my advice to anyone else 6, 12, 18, 24 months out is this: pretend you are 10 years out and never heard from them in all that time. You have found a new, sane, sorted, mature love and are deliriously happy. Any further ruminating over the heart-break; any more kicking the corpse of your BPD relationshp... . is time spent away from the pursuit of that dream.
Let it all go as fast as you can. Recovery over-drive
I got there finally a few months back and feel invincible. Hope you can too.
BB12
