In the past 1.5 months my uBPD(x?)bf has changed dramatically. (I've chronicled our background in my introductory thread).
In just 10 days he will be leaving the country for 3 months. He'll be traveling across the world.
Our nearly-2y relationship has always been marked by lots of fighting, make-ups, and break-ups. But even during the breakups (mostly initiated by him -- and they never lasted long) he expressed a lot of love and care. There have been plenty of instances of extreme distress (on his part), and of course anger too, but they seemed so obviously based on his own feelings of hurt or insecurity (rather than true contempt for me). And he always fell back into loving me, and expressing this love for me. A lot of his distress is linked to his own neediness. He called/texted constantly, and would get extremely upset when I missed his calls or wasn't available. He'd often call 10/20/30+ times in a row. I obliged as much as I reasonably could, and beyond. He was clearly panicking/suffering. To this day, he holds against me the times I accidentally missed his calls or was unavailable. The degree of distress/abandonment he experienced during these times has probably blinded him to looking at the individual situations rationally.
His 3 month trip has been looming on the horizon for awhile. It's something he's done before, and has wanted to do again. He finally booked his tickets about 2 weeks ago. He's had a lot of trouble reconciling his feelings toward me (and what he calls his fear of losing me) with his desire to travel. Whenever the trip has come up (which is very infrequently because he is extremely reluctant to speak to me about it), I've expressed support for it. I tell him "I will miss you dearly, but I know that this is something you really want to do, and I support your decision."
Still, he waffled on booking his tickets for many months. I believe he blames me for this. Like I said, he'll never talk about the trip, but then he'll bring it up suddenly, out of the blue: "I have ambitions! I want to travel! I'm tired of feeling this constant guilt about leaving! I would have left months ago, and I resent you for the fact that I didn't!"
When he finally did book his tickets 2 weeks ago, he did so in secret... .didn't even tell me.
Separate from these very long trips, he travels pretty frequently (trips are generally from 4 days to 3 weeks). I truly don't really sweat these shorter ones, but have noticed that he pulls away from me pretty strongly right before even these shorter trips. Generally he'll try to re-bond with me JUST prior to departure.
To go back to my original point, however, he has been pulling away from me VERY dramatically during the past 1.5 months. It is not how it used to be. I believe he is trying to "paint me black" so that he can enjoy his trip. It's been truly horrible. I don't know what are romantic status is. We are still sleeping together and spending some time together (but not as much). We say I love you to each other. But we are definitely NOT bf/gf. Texts and calls, which used to be constant, are infrequent. His anger is worse then ever. And his contempt toward me is just growing.
My experience of this is greatly amplified due to the tremendous amount of anxiety that *I* am feeling in the face of his impending departure. Our relationship has always been focused on *his* anxiety, and me soothing him. But now I'm the one who is a mess (and he certainly doesn't seem to be *soothing* me back). I feel clingy and pathetic (though I've tried to release that a bit over the past week or so. I really am trying so hard to hold it together, but I'm seriously questioning my own sanity. Suddenly my own attachment/abandonment issues are rearing their heads in the worst way possible. I feel de-stabilized, and less equipped than ever to deal with his BPD behavior. I'm acting even perhaps a bit desperate in the face of his cruelty and coldness, just because I'm so anxious for us to part on good terms. Whereas he's always been the one to "chase" me (a function of his own fear of abandonment), I now find that I'm doing it back to him a bit. And I feel like he's secretly reveling in it... .perhaps in his mind he's giving me a dose of my own medicine.
I live in a constant state of stress, have lost a bunch of weight, can't sleep, etc. It's really quite bad at this point. He alternates between periods of sweetness (but nothing like what it used to be like), and periods of cold aloofness/passive aggression and extreme anger.
Here is what I'm struggling with this very second. He's been in another city for the past 3 days saying goodbye to his father before he travels (his dad has medical problems and lives in an assisted living facility there). He's coming back today. Here's how it's been:
Day 1: Seemingly out of the blue he starts being sweet and kind to me. It felt so good. He called me at my work (He used to do this constantly, but would get extremely angry the few times I wasn't able to pick up and talk to him there. For past 1.5 months he rarely calls me). So he called yesterday, and I gave him some support over the phone, the way I always do. He sent me extremely nice text messages later, appreciating how sweet I was to him on the phone, etc. He did a few other cute things. In his final text that day, he mentioned that tomorrow we could talk about a 2-day getaway we are supposed to take next week, just before he leaves. He also mentioned that he, his dad, and I should skype tomorrow. Everything was great up until that text from him. I fear (now) that, unintentionally, my texted response wasn't warm or kind enough (I'd said: "That's nice to hear... .We can try maybe... .Love you".
Day 2: He called me at my work around noon, but I missed his call. He didn't leave a message or text. I had an extremely stressful day, and as happy as I was to be hearing from him I was reluctant to engage in playing my usual "supporter" role to him while at work because I had so many deadlines to meet. I figured if he really needed something he would have texted or called again (because this is how he's always been). But I didn't hear from him again. I text him at end of my work day: "Hey, hope everything is going OK with your dad today... .". He responded "It's good actually." (definite change from his more loving/open tone the day before). I try to sound encouraging: "That's great news. Makes me happy to hear

". He responds: ":)o you want to meet tomorrow?" It's an obviously cold response (in my interpretation). (Though I'm excited that he's initiating meeting, as he hasn't been recently). I say yes, and ask him what time. He writes back with an estimated time frame, no niceties, nothing more. I tell him that sounds good, and then share this crazy (and somewhat frightening) story about something that happened to my family that day. His response was slightly warmer ("Omg, I'm glad they're ok. love you" but I can tell something is "off". I tell him I love him back. No Skype with his dad. No discussion of our possible getaway next week.
Day 3 (Today) : He texts: "Catching a four back." (I assume he means the bus; I would have no way of knowing what time he'd get back to our city... .I don't even know which bus line he uses).
I know in analyzing these texts it seems like I'm the BPD one, with my paranoia. But something is definitely up. He rarely even texts without saying I love you (and gets annoyed at me when I don't say I love you in my texts -- even if I've just said it in a text before). After much thought, I text the following: "Cool, do you know approx what time that gets in? I do have to ask: Is everything OK? I know it can be stressful to spend time up there. You know I am here to support you however i can from a distance. Love you." He responds: "Btwn 8 and 9 traffic depending."
Wow.
So at point, I don't know what to do. Something is clearly the matter. If it weren't for his impending departure I could shake it off and wait it out. But I am so weak emotionally and even physically right now, that I can't face the idea of him coming over tonight, if he is only going to berate me for 4 hours, and then storm out of my house, disappear, call me a bunch of times to yell at me more, while I spend the night unable to sleep and entire weekend crying. (Yes, this is how it's been lately). This will destroy me. I'd truly be better off either (1) resolving the problem over the phone, but I'm not sure if he's willing or capable of this -- and he would likely hold a dramatic phone call against me indefinitely or (2) calling off the plans (which could really set him off, and would also squander one of the last opportunities I have to see him before he leaves).
I feel that I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't.
If anybody has ANY ADVICE, I would greatly appreciate it.
Many, many thanks!