How does it feel to hear that your uBPDex has married someone else?
Relief & shock, even though I knew it was coming.
Sadness, because the speed of it finally confirms that even though she has never been diagnosed, there is more than a whiff of BPD about my ex.
I'm grieving again, for the loss of the fantasy.
I thought I had dealt with this stuff already, but it keeps coming back up. The deep shame of having failed at a long term relationship.
Having failed my children by not providing them with a stable 2 parent home, raising them in 2 separate, broken homes.
My inability to make things work with their mom keeps me clouded in guilt.
Something she said to me after the break-up: "You couldn't handle me!" Those words are stuck in my consciousness like gum on the bottom of a shoe.
I feel inadequate, like because I couldn't handle my ex's tantrums, emotional blackmail, suicide threats, reckless spending, physical fights, cheating... .all these dramas, I'm a weak person.
In my language (isiZulu) people lovingly refer to "ihlanya lami" or "my mad person", in couples where the one partner is temperamental\high strung\batshtcrazy, & the other stays calm, unruffled through the drama.
People who love each other, through thick & thin, no matter what, right?
I've heard so many stories of these couples, where one partner runs riot & the other follows meekly behind, picking up the mess, or they fight like dogs & make up again the next day.
I loved my ex, probably still do, but not enough to accept her with all her flaws... .I wanted to change her, fix her, parent her, upgrade her :-) and it took me 6 years to understand that I couldn't; I'd have to change myself to be able to deal with all her stuff.
I had accepted that & was prepared to deal with her stuff as long as she was prepared to deal with mine too. If "her stuff" was just emotional immaturity, impulsiveness, I could 'guide' her through that, because I was 7 years older than her. Or so I thought. She was just a sweet girl with a nasty temper, right? Noone is perfect. Fiestyness is somewhat attractive to me, but there's a limit to these things.
What ended the fantasy was her cheating. That's my biggest flaw, trust. I 'demand' loyalty & fidelity, I don't want to have to play detective or check up on my partner's whereabouts etc. If I can't trust you then forget about it. Why are we even in a relationship? How do I build a life, a family, buy a house, invest time money & effort with someone I cannot trust?
When I caught her, she lied & denied, and eventually confessed, guardedly with many contradictions. Then she tried to blame me for her actions, that I somehow drove her to it. This time last year, she was calling me 50 times a day, crying on the phone, telling me she was going to kill herself if I didn't forgive her. Listing all the things she forgave me for, and if the roles were reversed she would have forgiven me... .blah blah. She even tried to physically beat me into forgiving her.
This year she's married, Mrs So& so.
Oh the what-ifs: Maybe I should have forgiven her? What if she's better now? What if she's learned & matured from our relationship & Replacement Guy is. Now going to reap all the benefits? Maybe the way I treated her made her act crazy? Maybe my rescuer\ white knight\Mr Fix-it\ Mr Know-it-all thing was condescending & suffocating made her feel less than, put down her self esteem and she needed some affirmation or validation hence she cheated?
Anyway its over now, ruminating doesn't help. I accept that it was not meant to be.
The fact that I had all these doubts about committing to her in the first place was proof that I didn't love her enough. Her cheating, attacking me at work, hooking up with someone new within a month after a 6 year relationship, now marrying him hardly 9 months later... .all these things surely prove that she didn't love me?
So really what am I losing by losing her? Either way I lost her in November 2013 when she slept with a married man behind my back. Her getting married feels like a further loss, another betrayal, another twist of the knife in my back. Maybe I'm the crazy one, for obsessing so much about someone who has forgotten all about me & moved on to a wonderful new life already?
Anyway that's how I feel, thanks bpdfamily.com for letting me vent

Anyone else had these type of feelings?
How do you feel?