I find myself ruminating a lot over the fact that I could have been anyone else, it did not matter to him... .and I have the strong impression that my exBPD does not have a clue who I truly am... .This in a Relationship where I had never felt so loved for who I was... .mirroring I know but it's so hard to wrap my head around this.
For all my ex cared my name could have been 463. I was an object filling a role for her, like someone uses a toaster to make toast. She has no emotional connection with her self so she isn't able to have one with anyone else.