Ugh. Found out today she has been spreading lies about me in the workplace by telling people she disliked, that I was the one who hated them. Some of these relationships I've had for 10+ years, and she's trying to destroy these just like our own relationship.
For me the relationship with my ex was way shorter and the relationship with my colleagues was shorter. Other than that he did exactly the same: told lies about me, painted me black to all who would listen, so he could be the victim.
All of this crap was not worth the four years I invested with this woman. What I don't get about myself, is the guilt. The guilt of going no contact, the guilt my own hand played in the deterioration of our relationship, the guilt of feeling like I could have done more, the guilt of letting go. When she easily discarded me like a paper cup.
How can I let go of this guilt?
As far as I remember I never felt guilty about going NC; it had to be done to protect myself and I was fine with that. Besides, I understood nothing I would say to him would ever change his warped image of me so I might as well shut up.
I did feel guilty of my part in the deterioration of the relationship, and of not being able to get through to him somehow. But I found this board and other sources and read and read and read. At some point I realized that my part wasn't perfect but that me contributing to the end of this relationship coming sooner than it would have been if my reaction would have been 'better' was a good thing; more damage to me had been prevented. With that goes the guilt of not having been able to do more, better, make him understand. Better or more for whom? Had my actions really been perfect for me I never would have gotten in this relationship in the first place. Better or more for him? That would have meant more damage to me. Because good for both, as in both are truly happy, at the same time doesn't exist in these relationships. I realized by reading and reading and reading that he would never see my point, he would never change, he would never be able to step into my shoes for a moment, and the crazy making behaviour would never stop. So I had nothing to feel guilty about. It wasn't about me. And I realised my need to help, protect, support, guide was nothing more than thinking I could be his saviour. And I couldn't and I wasn't supposed to be in the first place.
So, how I got rid of the guilt? Reading, reading, reading, ruminating, thinking, reflecting, concluding, accepting and letting go. With of course all the feelings mixed in that come with grief. But this board and other sources on BPD were the solution for me.