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« on: May 02, 2014, 03:58:50 PM » |
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Recently, I've been in the process of living my life now that the ex has move on with hers. Since we have a D4, we have to interact, but save for a few minor issues, we've been able to keep it cordial and focused on our daughter. That said, something happened a couple of weeks back that has stuck in my head.
A couple of weeks ago, I had to travel out of state for business on a day trip. On the way back, I just happened to pass through the town we used to live in. As I had some spare time, I decided to take a trip down memory lane and wander around a bit. As I drove through, I saw a lot of familiar sights, and I started to notice a pattern. Of course, my memories filled the whole panoply of experiences, good, bad or weird. On the flip side, the memories I had for my ex essentially boiled down to a long list of trigger behaviors. Like, oh, this is where she went for her food binges, that's where she went for her shopping sprees, this is where she holed herself up, etc. Since I had no particular reason to be back since I had moved away, it was the first time I had to face the facts with a lot of stuff that had happened, particularly since I had lived there before she got diagnosed with BPD.
As I kept thinking back, one thing stuck in my head: how I was used as an object during the relationship. I don't mean use in the sense of being used for money or sex or attention. I mean in the broader sense of having the totality of my experience be a cover for her dysfunction. Whenever things went well, it gave her more fuel to indulge in her trigger behaviors and hide out from what she thought was a cruel world using the safety of my existence. Whenever things went poorly, well, she could blame my problems for whatever acting out she did, and if I just acted right, she wouldn't have any issues. Not only was there some enmeshment between us, she enmeshed herself in how I defined my own existence, for good or ill.
My question is how do you deal with that use of your life? How do you deal with the fact that what made you who you are as a person was just some tool someone used to deal (or avoid dealing) with their demons? Seeing the impact and devastation in the aftermath and slowly rebuilding my life, I realize how much of my existence was being used, and how freeing it is to have my own life to live for its own sake. Even from what I'm seeing, I see the same patterns happening with her dealings with others. I care to the extent that it may effect my daughter's life, but it's not my responsibility. I'm just glad it's not my problem to deal with.
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