It's been years since I've posted here. Hope this helps others... .
While most people aren't transgender, I am. Being the non who read "Stop Walking on Eggshells" 10 years ago, it opened my eyes to a whole new world of understanding of what I was battling in our relationship. It was clear the was a high-functioning uBPD and I was the non.
Since then, I've learned to hold my ground, but have failed many times.
Nearly two years ago, I realized I was transgender (I'm a sloowwww learner

). After I came out, I was fearing the worst... .not just anger and disillusionment after 15 years of marriage but physical violence. Yeah, that happened. I knew it would. I made it through that awful night.
Our divorce was final about 10 months later. I'm starting to rebuild. I'm learning to not communicate with her even if there's issues with the house that need to be addressed. I love helping but not when it's based out of guilt, shame, coercion, etc. I'm learning to only speak with her when it comes to issues with the kids or other such family issues. Otherwise, she made the choice to end the relationship and blame me for all the problems.
She has refused the many many many requests I've had of her to go to counseling. The only times she went to counseling was with the family... .both in dire straits. The counselor herself she needs to accept her daughter is gay. She still hasn't accepted her much at all in this crucial area of our daughter's life. That's why she lives with me. I can give her latitude to be herself.
And I'm blamed for making my daughter gay. Can't make this stuff up!
I wonder how many transgender people are the nons in relationships? After all we bury everything and aim to please, try to fulfill life in a script of what we are supposed to do... .thus that would give us too much attraction to the controlling BPD types in life. Sigh.
I'm healing, I'm repairing.
And it's VERY tough to say "no" to her when it comes time to help with non-child matters. If I do, I must change back to my old pre-transition self just to come by. No way. If she can't deal with looking at me for half an hour while I fix something or help out in someway, then I can't stop by. I have to draw the line somewhere, that somewhere is being me, even if she can't accept it then throw texts my way regarding how it's all about me and how I'm selfish (hundreds of those thrown my way to guilt me into doing whatever she wants done).
I'm learning that she wanted me for what I can do for her, not who I am. Which leaves a very aching, vacant space in my heart. That means I fell in love with a mirage of her, not the real her.
Thank you for reading this all
M