To be honest with you: It is quite obvious for you and me that I am struggling. That I am in between realism, optimism and irrational hope. And I need to find myself in all that.
German BPD sites usually are quite pessimistic. It's a mental condition, there is nothing you can do about it. Accept it. It's not to change. US-websites tend to be more optimistic. I have no idea why. It might be just a cultural thing.
But it is so evident that she will not change. At least not in the near future. She is in denial, even more than that. She diagnoses her entire social network with all kinds of psychological issues. Including me, of course. I am a dependend ADD maniac who messed up her life. Without me, her life is great. With me, it's miserable. You all know that.
What happens to me? I see myself and I see changes over time. At the beginning, after the first cracks in the mirror came and she splitted, I was in shock. I had the feeling of dying. You all know that as well. But after episode 3,4,5,... ., I see myself getting less and less involved.
That does not mean that I do not care anymore. Far from that, seriously

. But between #1 and #7, things changed. What exactly?
- I do not feel that guilty anymore. I realized that there is nothing I can do to satisfy her needs
- I start to accept that it is not a "normal" relationship. She has an illness, that makes her do that. It's nothing personal. I am not a loser who drags her down
- I start to question myself what exactly I like about her. I start to see her flaws (which are not BPD related)
- I currently think a divorce is not a bad idea. I need to reboot my system, but it's worth the efforts.
I tried to explain it to a friend of mine. You all know that type of friends that argue on a free-market basis: Get rid of her, she is not worth it, why are u so stupid... .it's annoying because these people do not invest a lot of thoughts trying to figure out what is inside me. But nevertheless. I told him I feel like being on the beach. I have a little shovel and I built a sandcastle of personal freedom and choice. Every once in a while, a major wave hits the beach and washes away my castle. I feel unprotected, scared, have to start over and over again. But after a couple of these waves, I start to realize: There is a little of the castle left. I do not have to start all over again. Imagine, I want to build it up to a height of 3ft. After the wave, only 5 inches are left. I start to rebuild, come up to 2". Wave, 10 inches left. And so on.
It is a constant effort, constant pain. But it starts to be built. And I am pretty happy about that.
Yesterday, I saw her for the first time in 12days. We have a common appartment in the city and a house outside. I stayed in the house, she in that appartment. Yesterday, I had a daytrip and came back late. So I told her that I will be in that appartment and she might look for another place.
I came home, she was not there. At around 10:30, I was relaxed and happy. But all of a sudden, she was there. Being, of course, pretty cold. I just ordered dinner. I decided it will be best to leave. So I packed my stuff and told her that I will stay in a hotel. She did not reply first. I left. But I forgot my charger, so I went back. She directly told me that this is my place as well. And I should sleep in the living room (where she placed my bed already). I told her no, i do not want to stay, I have no interest in seeing her.
At the time I arrived at the hotel, she texted me. Its your appartment. It's ridiculous, why are you doing that. I did not reply.
But of course, it plays tricks in my head. Is she on the edge of coming back? Regreds? I did not react. I went to sleep. I feel better this morning.
I am of course not healed. Far from that. But I did not have the urge to beg for anything. To say how senseless her behavoiur is. I just said I do not want to stay. That felt great.
I want her back. But I want the part of her back that is not existing. At least controllable by her. It is that part that idolizes me. I will try not to fall for that any more.