Thanks, Mutt. Funny, though, I found EDMR by researching ways HE could get help! The more I learned, the more I realized that
I could get help in addition to my regular therapy!

My chest aches with sadness, but I am anxious and full of dread all at the same time. I feel icky when he is near me and I loathe the sound of his voice now.
Is there always that little bit of residual hope that when us 'nons' break it off and the pwBPD realizes this is really happening, they will break down and get help?
I look towards the day when all hope is truly lost! Then, I will be free.