Peace_First
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What is your sexual orientation: Straight
Who in your life has "personality" issues: Ex-romantic partner
Relationship status: broken up
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« on: September 01, 2025, 12:09:43 AM » |
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Hi, I (28 M) dated my ExBPDGF (26 YO) for almost four months, and I broke up with her five weeks ago, and it feels like a roller coaster... This was my first relationship ever, yet she had been in 4 or 5 relationships since she was 16. She hasn't been single for more than a couple months.
When we began dating I was unemployed at the time, I took a year off, and next week I'm about to start a new job as a Data Scientist in a new city, so I have to move and start a new chapter in my life.
She came from a lower middle class family. I come from an upper middle class family. To me money was not an issue, I didn't really care about her assets, yet she would constantly call me names due to this (snob/posh might be an accurate translation).
She was diagnosed, she disclosed it very early into our relationship (first couple weeks), she went to about two or three different psychiatrists, was on venlafaxine and was seeing her therapist about once a month.
She had a really bad childhood, there was sexual abuse, neglect and yet she still finished her undergrad in psychology and got a masters in child psychology with little to no support from her family. Her father died six years ago, she told me he was the only one who actually helped her a little.
The thing is that during the relationship she stopped her meds for a week because she forgot to buy it and ran out, and she also stopped the therapy for a while because she had no time or money.
She was working 44 hours per week at her regular job + 6 to 10 hours per week at her second job (private clinic), and it took her about 90 minutes to get to her workplace. She was constantly tired, and was in debt, she had no savings.
I really felt like she was trying really hard to improve her situation, yet she always had trouble staying employed, she always told me she was bullied in her previous jobs, same with the one she has now.
I helped her by always bringing fruit, snacks and food in general whenever we met. Her diet was really bad. She would have some bread for breakfast, instant soup for lunch and pasta for dinner.
I read a lot about BPD early on, I read a few reddit posts and there were two main subreddits. BPDLovedOnes and BPD.
One told me to run as fast as I could, the other talked about how dehumanizing the label is and that they are people who can be very compassionate and very good partners if given a chance. I decided to give her a chance and try to see beyond the label.
The relationship was very chaotic, we had few great moments, plenty of mediocre moments, and a fair share of really bad fights. During the first month we fought about three times, we almost broke up once or twice, and she made it seem it was always my fault due to my inexperience in dating. She would say I was sabotaging the relationship.
The first fight was because I told her I did not see myself living with her yet, that I was not comfortable moving a relationship that fast. She talked about moving in together the second week and then during the fourth week. She said she did not want to date a kid, that she was looking for a man she could have a family with.
She talked about how she would be a mom before 30 no matter what, whether she had a partner or not did not matter. I do not want to be a father before I'm in a stable position, I don't want to rush it.
The second fight was because she sent me a picture at 21:00 which I just liked, but didn't comment, since I had dropped her off at her house at 20:00 and then I met with a couple of friends.
I sent her a message at 08:00 in the morning and she was furious because I didn't say anything about the picture. she was about to cancel our plans for the next day. We were going to visit a very important person in my life, who I consider my second mother. It took me about two hours to calm her down.
The third fight was about STD tests, we both agreed to them, and even went together to the clinic. We shared the first three results, and the last one, HIV, was only delivered by hand. When she picked her envelope, she told me it was okay, when I asked to see it, just like we had done with the previous three tests, she said I didn't trust her and if seeing the test was more important than our relationship, she could show me the test results, but it would mean the relationship was over. It took me quite a while to understand what she was talking about...
She showed me the results later that night, we had sex, but I didn't feel good about it. In hindsight, I didn't feel safe around her, and sex rarely felt good. I was a virgin before dating her.
I felt shame, and did not talk to anyone about what I was feeling, just her. She downplayed it, said it was okay, that she'd take care of me.
We also talked about birth control. She said she had an IUD (Kyleena) and showed me a small piece of paper her doctor gave her with the date it was placed, but that was it. I asked about getting the IUD tested, to see if everything was okay and she refused at first, said I didn't trust her, we fought about it. Next week she agreed to it, but never booked the appointment. When I asked her about it she brought the trust issue again. Next time I asked the problem was money. the test was about $30....
I used a condom every time, yet she always had a problem with me using condoms, she would always say things like: "we would have sex more often if you didn't use a condom", or "It would feel better without it". I stood my ground, I won't risk my future.
I was smart enough to keep a log about these events, and I have a note where I was seriously considering ending the relationship. In between there was the constant devaluation, she talked about how I was always at fault, how I was basically sabotaging the relationship.
The thing is that I began thinking she was right....
After the STD incident, the next three weeks were lovely, we went on picnics, went camping and had a pretty good time. Then she began feeling sick, we went to a clinic, she took quite a few tests to rule out stuff and a blood sugar test came off. We went to the doctor, told him about her work schedule, her diet and the test results and she was given 30 days off. He said it was Somatic
She lived far, it took me 30 minutes to get there by car, and if you took public transport it took about 70. She began staying at my place more often. It was a good month, we had a good time.
But even if we had good times, there were quite a few sleepless nights, since she had frequent nightmares and she would wake up and cry.
Then she went back to work and everything became sour again. She had problems with a few coworkers, said she was constantly being excluded and that since her boss had just quit, she was made the one in charge with no extra pay.
Then she also had a fight with her sister and was asked to move out of the family house (long story, but as far as I could tell, their mom heavily favored her sister (34 Yo)).
I helped her to look for a small apartment. She could only afford the cheapest ones, at around $250 per month, she went to two, but didn't like them. Then she looked at the $400 ones that she could not afford. She made around $1000 per month and was about $1200 in debt with monthly payments of about $140. She asked me for money to pay her rent. I told her I couldn't help her with her rent, but she was welcome to stay with me at my parents house so she could save and move later on.
I paid for the truck to move all her stuff, I even injured my shoulder carrying stuff. I told her a few days later about my injury, at first she was really sweet, but a few days latter she made fun of me, because I didn't want to lay on my side.
She only lived with me for three weeks. During that time I basically became her caretaker. I made breakfast, lunch and dinner. I drove her to her job every day, it took me 1 hour. I did the laundry, cleaned the bedroom, washed the dishes, paid for 90% of our expenses and listened to all her problems. Some days I just felt like a trash can where she would just dump everything.
Whenever I would bring any of the above, she would say she's having a really hard time at her job, and that she was feeling depressed.
I knew the relationship was over due to all the damage I was dealt. During the last two weeks before breaking up, my stomach hurt whenever I heard she sent me a message and my head would hurt whenever she called me.
One hour before I broke up with her, she told me she had talked with her new boss, they had come to an agreement, she also was going to see a new psychiatrist, and had already booked two session per month with her psychologist. These were things I asked her to do for quite a while.
At this point in time, I did not trust her.
The last straw was when she kept me sleep deprived because she had a nightmare, and the next night she had a crisis and cried. I was exhausted and couldn't keep up. I just laid in bed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. It was around 22:00, we still had not eaten dinner, I was hungry. After she stopped crying she began eating snacks on her own, and called a friend to tell her how I ignored her and how hard the relationship was while I was next to her. My energy levels where around 2%, i was reaching my limit and I made sure she knew. She just ignored it.
I broke up with her after I just couldn't handle the abuse anymore. She pleaded for me to reconsider my decision, she promised she wouldn't hurt me anymore, that she would change. I still said no.
My plan was to have an amicable break up, I even offered for her to stay at my place for a week until she got paid and could figure out what to do next. She refused and moved to her mom's place (who she didn't like / trust)
Next day we talked, I still liked her and wanted to help her. I proposed to continue being friends or even friends with benefits (my mistake), yet she declined. She did me a favor by leaving early and refusing to continue as friends.
Two weeks later, she came to pick some of her things, and after she had everything in the car, she followed to my room and we "talked". She basically told me that all the problems we had were so easy to solve, that she had already solved most. She was in remission, she had fixed the problems she had at her job and she was getting along with her family. That it was basically my loss, because I didn't want to keep working on the relationship and talk things through. I cried and called her lies, she just hugged me and wished me the best. The problem was that I couldn't read her emotions at all, it was like I was talking to a robot, she just followed a script.
She also said I would never find another girlfriend as caring as her, I would never find another girlfriend who would understand me. I would hope I never find another girlfriend like her
During our relationship she diagnosed me with ASD among other things, with little to no input on my side, and blamed my "ASD" when I broke up with her. My therapist said it made no sense.
It took her almost a month to pick all her stuff up, and she was very hostile during the entire process. She would constantly tell me to do the moving myself, since she had no money and no time.
After sending her an email on the 18th asking for her to pick everything by August 31st, she said I was harrasing her, and decided she would cut all communication, and her Colleague would contact my dad to arrange everything...
In the end a 40 YO female colleague helped her. It took four or five trips with a pickup truck to move everything.
After ending the relationship I have been reading as much as I can about the healing process, BPD, boundaries, validation and pretty much everything I can think of in this forum, to be able to continue working on myself.
I've talked to as many friends, family members, done as many hobbies as I can (Writing, reading, running, trekking, going to the movies, to concerts, literary events).
It was really hard. Whenever she would come to pick her stuff up she would give me the silent treatment and I would be in pain. It is really hard to understand how someone you thought loved you can be so indifferent. she's a great professional, she is really good with kids, not so good with the adults.
I know we won't be a couple again, it wasn't a healthy relationship, and I'd be in pain.
I don't think I hate her, I want to keep the good memories, forgive and learn from the bad memories and to stop her from living rent free in my head.
For the first time in my life I've been going to therapy. It's been helpful, since after this relationship I realized a have a lot of issues from my childhood I have not taken care of.
I believe she did love me as best as she could, it's just that it wasn't healthy. My needs would never be met.
After the break up, I thought I was in a pretty good mental state, but on the 27th on august, I went to a literary event with a friend we had in common and my ExBPDGF was there. They hugged and when she saw me, she barely said hello. When the event was over, she just left and later she texted our friend telling her she had abandoned her by being with me.
I handled the silent treatment, I didn't think much about her, but seeing her be mean to someone else made me realize she's still not OK.
I feel compassion, I can't imagine how hard her life was, is and will continue to be. But I didn't cause it, I dont have the cure and I can't be in charge of fixing her.
She has to want to work on herself and stick to it.
Now I just want to continue my own healing process. I know it's not linear, this weekend was specially hard. I'm trying to figure out my new job, trying to figure out where I'll be staying and detaching from this relationship.
It's been five weeks since the break up and I still cry when I think about her.
It felt nice to write this post. I'm pretty sure I missed a few details, but I think I got the important part out.
Thank you for reading, may you find peace.
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