God damn it I love that woman ,she took a piece of me I’ll never ever get back as a human being and even with that ... .I’m still in love .
I told my therapist 'I will never feel love like this again'. My reasoning for this being -the love I felt was love on an unhealthy, unrealistic fairytale like level.
I just re-read for the umpteenth time:
https://bpdfamily.com/content/surviving-break-when-your-partner-has-borderline-personality#6It is a blueprint for everything I experienced. I was 'her knight in shining armor' She would love me 'Always and forever'. It has been, frankly put, embarrassing to know everything I experienced with her was common to the point of banality in a BPD relationship. Textbook.
The best week of my life was time we spent in HongKong together, and then the week I met her family to formally ask for her hand in marriage was even better yet.
I thought I had found true love after all these years. "You will also come to realize that a lot of your elation was due to your own receptivity and openness and your hopes." --I felt this was the 'big love' I had been waiting for all my life. --it was not. If I had continued on the path I was walking it would have ended in my immolation -my utter consumption.
I have never experienced anything like being loved by someone with BPD -the highest highs and then bone shattering lows.
I am afraid I know precisely what you mean when you say "I am still in love with her". She is mysterious, exotic, beautiful, vulnerable, lovely and deeply damaged. She is capable of intense love and cruelty on a level I have never before seen -and she has no control over her emotional state whatsoever. This is what makes BPD so tragic.
She told me once in a purely honest moment "You must leave me -I will destroy you" That was the most honest and loving thing she ever said to me. It was the one and only time she put my needs ahead of hers.
Wicker Man