Sad in Cali
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What is your sexual orientation: Straight
Who in your life has "personality" issues: Ex-romantic partner
Relationship status: Long drawn out breakup
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« on: June 11, 2025, 07:24:18 PM » |
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Where to begin. 10 years of ups and downs, 10 years of allowing my boundaries to be over-stepped, 10 years of tolerating behaviors I never dreamed I would put up with, all because I was so in love with him. He (55M) has not been officially diagnosed with BPD, but he sure checks the boxes: Neediness, destructive behaviors, impulsive, terrified of abandonment, inappropriate anger, difficulty regulating emotions. I have been drip-fed his BS behavior over a 10 year period, but we've finally reached the event from which I cannot come back from: His cheating and discovery that he wants to explore polyamory and why can't I just be down with that? I am devastated but this is one boundary I cannot negotiate.
For the entire 10 years we were together, he had a day-trading habit which cost him hundreds of thousands of dollars in losses. Not my money, and while I tried to get him to curb his "gambling", he believed it was a viable source of income and he just needed to perfect his methodology. We were not married (we met after our prior marriages ended), so his money was his money and I had no say in how he spent it. Meanwhile, I carried the financial burden, was the responsible party saving for retirement, etc, while he just blew every penny he ever made. He ran up hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, juggled credit card debt to pay the bills, and often had his card declined when we were out. And this is AFTER he filed bankruptcy a few years before I even met him. I didn't know this until I was invested in the relationship and found out by searching public records. He obviously learned nothing from that experience.
Before I met him, he had a pretty serious cocaine addiction. I believe his day trading/gambling replaced that, and kept him in "endorphin stimulation mode" for 10 years. When he finally stopped the gambling in January this year, I guess he needed something else to stimulate his endorphins, because within weeks he was in touch with a woman he'd know for some time who practices polyamory. He tried to hide it from me, but it didn't take me long to find out. He refused to end things with her to work on our relationship. I reached out to this woman since he was being shady about the whole thing (he denied it was anything beyond one date that he didn't enjoy). She texted back letting me know she was "happy to share him with me". That's how I found out about his new polyamorous lifestyle, a casual text from the woman he believes is some kind of spiritual guru. The 10 years we spent together no longer matter, he is ecstatic over the idea of being able to "have any woman he wants" (his words), but he cannot have THIS woman!
The angry outbursts, the vile name calling, the financial irresponsibility, drinking until he is black out drunk (bed wetting not uncommon), use of weed, cheating, lying, even an arrest for domestic violence - yet he insists I'm the one with the problem and I'm the one that needs to change. He offered to meet me to "discuss ways I could improve myself for future relationships". So cold and disassociated from his own behaviors. I passed on the lecture he so generously offered.
I grew up in a family with an abusive father. My mother finally left my father when I was 15-years old, at which point he moved in one girlfriend after another, all of whom he also abused and beat. My ex-husband was decent enough, though very controlling. When our kids were all in school, I went back to school myself and found a part time job. My husband moved out not even three months later. Presumably me having things for myself outside the home was not acceptable to him. My divorce was very protracted and bitter. He moved all of our assets into his family's trust, and announced there wasn't anything for us to divide, though I was welcome to rent the home we owned together from him! I spent 2.5 years fighting for what was mine (and finally got it!)
When I met my ex-BF, he was just what the doctor ordered - super fun, super loving, put me on a pedestal, was great with my kids, generous as well as being very good looking and sexy too. I thought "finally, I've met the man of my dreams and he wants me just as much as I want him". But it wasn't long before the trouble started. I held on, hoping we could figure things out and live the rest of our lives together. Instead, I've spent the past decade riding a roller coaster I never wanted to be on. When I look back at photos of us together, I often think "yeah, we had a fight that night" or "that's the trip that was cancelled three times before we finally made it". Volatile and unstable is an understatement. But it wasn't all bad - we had a lot of love, laughter, and good memories too. That's the killer right there. High highs, and very low lows.
Even though I know he's not it for me, it hurts so bad knowing our relationship ends here with a huge violation of something I strongly value (no judgment for polyamorists, but I believe in monogamy and loyalty in relationships). He's disappointed and hurt everyone - my (now adult) children, my family, my friends, my work colleagues, but mostly me. I switch between feeling angry, foolish for not cutting him out of my life years ago, devastated, or optimistic about a future without dysfunction. I'm also 55. I didn't think I'd find myself alone at this point, though I realize nothing is guaranteed in life.
Fortunately I was smart enough to not comingle any assets or funds with him. My home is mine, my cars are mine, I have my own health insurance, a retirement plan, a masters degree and a job where I make well above average money. On paper, I look like a strong, successful woman who knows what she wants and how she is going to get it. But on some deep level I must be seriously broken too because I allowed this man to manipulate me, exploit me, humiliate me, and hurt me for an entire decade. Even now my mind wanders to "maybe?" or "what if?" but intellectually I know there are no more maybes or what ifs. This is it. This is the final hurtful thing I will allow this man to do to me.
Some days are better than others, but I'm hoping this site can help me through the really rough days. Our breakup has been protracted to say the least - going on 5 months now because he has refused to let me go. I finally sent a scathing email a few days ago that made it very clear I no longer wanted anything to do with him. He continues to like and comment on things on my family's social media (he's off of mine) so he's definitely still lingering and no doubt he'll reach out to me again in the future. That's when I need support the most - to not be worn down by him, to not be love bombed, to stand tough and know my life will be healthier without him in it.
Thanks for reading.
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