I took this from the BPDFamily message boards. It rings true for me in many ways. I am still very much mired in the traumatic situation that happened to me. Examining myself. The choices I made. The lifestyle I was living.
A relationship like this truly changes your life. You are never the same again after an experience like this. You view life differently than you used to. Life is not a game. It's about choices. It's what you make of it. Youth is something that does not last very long. No matter what you do, life continues. BPDs treat relationships like a game. They play with people's feelings. The relationship is completely at their every whim and desire. It's a purely selfish, childlike endeavor. It's just their reality. They can't comprehend the importance of it. Love isn't anything to them but a word.
My ex told me love was "whatever you wanted it to be". Think about that. Imagine living like that. Imagine how empty and hollow you must feel inside to think that way. She just doesn't have a clue. When you're all alone in the world, love is all you've got. People that care about you. Who want to help you. Protect you. Those are gifts in life. My ex just threw it all away and for what? For drugs and to spread her legs for some other guy. It really is sad and pathetic that she thinks so little of herself to do that. No matter what happens, life goes on. We can't stop it. We can only try to control our own happiness as best as we can through the choices that we make.
THIS I PROMISE
Accept that you will never find rational motives behind irrational people (abusers, but you will drive yourself crazy if you try).
Accept that you will never understand whyor how s/he can be so cruel and lack remorse, and let it go. You can only learn to understand yourself and your own behavior.
Accept that you cannot control or change an abuser, not with any amount of love, money, or attempts to be the perfect mate, but you can control how, or whether you react or respond toward him/her.
Accept that your abuser has nothing you need or want. Each time your bruised psyche attempts to convince you that you want or need him/her, use you brain. If you stop to think about what you really want and need, you will find that these are things s/he cannot give you - Love, Honesty, Respect, Kindness. S/he does not have them to give.
Know that these needs are normal human needs (the desire for caompanionship, intimacy, love, honesty, respect, affection, kindness) and that you can have these needs filled. Learn to find these things from within yourself and from people other than your abuser.
Remember, that if you try to get anything at all from him, her, you are given them immense power, because then s/he then has the choice to either give it to you or withhhold it. Don't give him/her that power in the first place. Besides, why negotiate a deal with someone who doesn't have what you are negotiating to try to receive?
Remember that it is always wiser to risk long-term happiness and leave than it is to settle for long-term unhappiness (or worse) and stay.
In the beginning, before you learn to love yourself again, remind yourself that altho the most difficult and heart wrenching thing is no contact, it is also the healthiest choice and the only true way out.
Always know this. They need us more than we need them. We've just been brainwashed into thinking the opposite of what we now know to be true.
Admit to yourself and to trustworthy support persons that you need love, concern, understanding, support, and especially validation to make it through recovery from abuse.
Finally, remember that asking for or expecting any kindness, honesty, love, maturity, reason or other unselfish behavior from an abuser is like trying to get blood from a stone.
Try something you've always wanted to try. Take time for yourself. Take care of yourself. Do whatever it is you want to do. YOU ARE FREE NOW!
Start to consider what you want from a healthy partner in your next long-term relationship. If the peson you are dating wants to establish an intimate,long-term relatioship with you, let them know that you are available as a friend right now - and more may come later.
Learn to love and respect yourself. give yourself all of the kindness and love s/he never did.
Soon you will see him/her for what they truly are. And you will learn about yourself as well.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
BPD411
I came across this website and wanted to spread the word.
BPD411
It has a LOT of great resources.
An introduction from their website:
BPD411
It has a LOT of great resources.
An introduction from their website:
Emotional Detachment
Why it’s Important Nons are all the time doing really stupid (or desperate) things in an effort to meet the emotional needs of their BPSOs. In some cases the intention is to ’give him what he wants’ to ’make the crazyness stop’.
These can range from simply not standing up for oneself, allowing a small boundary violation to occur, to emotionally, and
most often financially devastatingly stupid. One fellow we know signed his entire house over to his BPSO on the way out. His intention was to ’get out’ NOW. It didn’t work.
Another Non tried settling a divorce out of court by offering a $250,000 "signing bonus" during mediation. That didn’t work. Signing over kids doesn’t work. There is too much emptyness at the core of the BP’s personality for anything to work. Any thing that seems to work is usually of short duration and extracts a high price from others.
So how does a Non survive? The only way is through achieving a zen-like state called "emotional detachment." This means ’stepping out of the box’ that is the BP/Non BP dynamic. This means understanding that it’s NOT about you, the Non. This means understanding that you are a sane person dealing with an insane disorder. You didn’t Cause it, you can’t Control it, and you can’t Cure it.
Emotional detachment means learning to see that what the other person (the BP) is doing in terms of the disorder. It’s all about them, not you. Learning that what they are accusing you of, is most often just what they are thinking, or actually doing. When this happens the BP in your life is Projecting his thoughts, fears, actions and even behaviors onto you. What he says about you is often a tool to understanding what he is thinking about, planning or may attempt to do.
Getting into a place of emotional detachment means that you have to STOP spending time, energy and oft times money, attempting to ’prove’ to them that you are NOT being controlling, emotionally abusive, unfaithful, etc. etc.
Emotional detachment is absolutely required to do well in court and in life in general with a BPSO. You need to get out of the "emotional quagmire" and be able to see things rationally. Setting boundaries for yourself is one way of looking at this.
That is, if you set a boundary with yourself that you will not be angered by BP behaviors, then you’ve maintained a boundary internally. This is a good thing.
Now, emotionally detaching, while important, is very difficult. This person who has the disorder is important to you. You care about them.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
The Projective Identification Trap
I became "needy" and hypersensitive" when I needed her to be a normal functioning friend/loved one on an adult level. I was "bad" for expecting the woman who claimed to love me to try and be there for me. Even a little bit. I would lose my temper because when I actually DID see her, she'd treat me with a severe lack of respect. Would act childish. I remember one instance where she was in the BR with her degenerate friend for an hour while I sat there and waited. When we were leaving I went back in the house to get someone that was lagging behind. The idiot was on the phone and wouldn't leave. I waited 10 minutes trying to get to move it. When I got back to the car I was hit with a barrage of accusations. I was just tired, exhausted, sick of it. I was going through some serious grief at this time. I just said "sheesh...fu man..."
This was after getting screamed at and demeaned for 5 minutes without her taking a breath, after having made me wait for an hour while she sat in the bathroom mind you. Needless to say she exploded. I just got out of the car and walked away. I was sick of it. While trying to walk away she stopped by me and grabbed my arm, dug her claws so deep with this crazy look on her face it made me bleed. I walked to my car which was about 5 miles. She went off and partied. No apology. No nothing.
There were so many instances of this crazyness. It wore me down. I just wanted normalcy. Dependability. I became more and more frustrated. If I would lose my temper, I was all of the sudden the one causing a problem. I was a jerk. This became justification for her abuse, lying, cheating, and ultimately saying "I Tole u" (picture child like pouty voice) when I caught her lying and cheating. Suddenly we weren't in a relationship because she "Tole me". Can you imagine how sick this really is? It's just SICK.
I was caught in the trap of projective identification. A no win situation. We really are slaves to their delusions and whims. This is why a relationship with a BPD will never work. You are a slave to their whims. You can't love unconditionally. You have to constantly be on guard. This can barely be manageable if you use certain techniques, but IMO, this is only for people in marriages or where kids are involved. If you are not married, have no kids with a BPD. Run. Don't walk. Run. If you're engaged. Give the ring back.
This was after getting screamed at and demeaned for 5 minutes without her taking a breath, after having made me wait for an hour while she sat in the bathroom mind you. Needless to say she exploded. I just got out of the car and walked away. I was sick of it. While trying to walk away she stopped by me and grabbed my arm, dug her claws so deep with this crazy look on her face it made me bleed. I walked to my car which was about 5 miles. She went off and partied. No apology. No nothing.
There were so many instances of this crazyness. It wore me down. I just wanted normalcy. Dependability. I became more and more frustrated. If I would lose my temper, I was all of the sudden the one causing a problem. I was a jerk. This became justification for her abuse, lying, cheating, and ultimately saying "I Tole u" (picture child like pouty voice) when I caught her lying and cheating. Suddenly we weren't in a relationship because she "Tole me". Can you imagine how sick this really is? It's just SICK.
I was caught in the trap of projective identification. A no win situation. We really are slaves to their delusions and whims. This is why a relationship with a BPD will never work. You are a slave to their whims. You can't love unconditionally. You have to constantly be on guard. This can barely be manageable if you use certain techniques, but IMO, this is only for people in marriages or where kids are involved. If you are not married, have no kids with a BPD. Run. Don't walk. Run. If you're engaged. Give the ring back.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Just One More Hoover Fix
The amazing high of these addictive relationships can truly be an adrenaline shot to your ego. When I was on the pedestal, it felt so good to be wanted, to feel loved for who I am. At least that's what I thought it was. Little did I know it was an illusion. A false dream. I was being manipulated by a cunning actress. The mask was firmly in place. She just couldn't keep it on consistently. Such a shame.
It was the wonderful times, which I now realize were very few and far between, that kept me going back for more punishment. The promises of "It will be different this time." or "It was the drugs. I've changed. I'm not on drugs anymore." kept me giving her just one more chance. That incredible high of feeling loved. I realize now it had nothing to do with her. It was a yearning I've had since childhood, from growing up in a combative household. Of never feeling loved by my father. Her fake persona filled a void inside of me. I allowed myself to be easiliy manipulated, because I was chasing a high.
I was willing to put up with an incredible amount of abuse and betrayal to attain this high. It was a vicious cycle. I was trauma bonded to the BPD. I had PTSD. I wasn't taking care of myself physically. Felt lonely, worthless. Easy pickings for a manipulative BPD like my ex. The more power you give a BPD, like love and trust, the more vulnerable you become. Real mature adult relationships aren't like this. BPDs exploit those needs in us. They abuse that trust. They stomp on the love and then set it on fire. It's amazing they have the gall to try and worm their way back into our lives after such heavy betrayals, but they do.
My ex just shut it out. To her, it didn't happen, and she believed that. Truly. She had to make up the most outrageous lies to justify her behavior. It truly was...well...insane. I was being gaslighted. She was using projection and projective identification to transfer all of her guilt onto me. I was very weak emotionally, so it worked. I can't count how many nights I'd lay awake, still in shock, with this throbbing pain gnawing at my gut, going over every nuance of those conversations (When I caught her cheating), thinking I should have said this, or said that. Or if maybe I had acted differently, this would have not happened. My mind was working in overdrive, maticulously replaying instance in my head. It drove me nuts.
The truth is, it would have happened regardless. That's the ultimate truth. She cannot control herself or her impulsive behaviors.
We all heal at our own pace. After going through several hoover episodes, it has finally sunk in with me. I finally "get it". Acceptance. It's not easy. You want to think that the person you love is in there somewhere, but the hardest thing to realize and understand is that the person I loved was never real. She never existed. I was just an object fulfilling a need at a specific time. It wasn't about love. I honestly feel like a discarded teddy bear. Once a favorite toy, now cast aside with the other junk in the toybox. It's really sad when you think about it.
It was the wonderful times, which I now realize were very few and far between, that kept me going back for more punishment. The promises of "It will be different this time." or "It was the drugs. I've changed. I'm not on drugs anymore." kept me giving her just one more chance. That incredible high of feeling loved. I realize now it had nothing to do with her. It was a yearning I've had since childhood, from growing up in a combative household. Of never feeling loved by my father. Her fake persona filled a void inside of me. I allowed myself to be easiliy manipulated, because I was chasing a high.
I was willing to put up with an incredible amount of abuse and betrayal to attain this high. It was a vicious cycle. I was trauma bonded to the BPD. I had PTSD. I wasn't taking care of myself physically. Felt lonely, worthless. Easy pickings for a manipulative BPD like my ex. The more power you give a BPD, like love and trust, the more vulnerable you become. Real mature adult relationships aren't like this. BPDs exploit those needs in us. They abuse that trust. They stomp on the love and then set it on fire. It's amazing they have the gall to try and worm their way back into our lives after such heavy betrayals, but they do.
My ex just shut it out. To her, it didn't happen, and she believed that. Truly. She had to make up the most outrageous lies to justify her behavior. It truly was...well...insane. I was being gaslighted. She was using projection and projective identification to transfer all of her guilt onto me. I was very weak emotionally, so it worked. I can't count how many nights I'd lay awake, still in shock, with this throbbing pain gnawing at my gut, going over every nuance of those conversations (When I caught her cheating), thinking I should have said this, or said that. Or if maybe I had acted differently, this would have not happened. My mind was working in overdrive, maticulously replaying instance in my head. It drove me nuts.
The truth is, it would have happened regardless. That's the ultimate truth. She cannot control herself or her impulsive behaviors.
We all heal at our own pace. After going through several hoover episodes, it has finally sunk in with me. I finally "get it". Acceptance. It's not easy. You want to think that the person you love is in there somewhere, but the hardest thing to realize and understand is that the person I loved was never real. She never existed. I was just an object fulfilling a need at a specific time. It wasn't about love. I honestly feel like a discarded teddy bear. Once a favorite toy, now cast aside with the other junk in the toybox. It's really sad when you think about it.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The "Why" Matters
A good question and my response to a thread at BPDFamily
The "Why" matters
The problem is you think you're going to get it from the BPD. That will never happen. They are seriously mentally ill.
The "Why" is that they are afflicted with Borderline Personality Disorder. In my ex's case, also NPD/APD.
If you try to get a "why" you will be gaslighted. They will use projective identification to dance around it. They will blame you. They will never blame themselves or take responsibility. Keep in mind, they have the emotional maturity of a child. They use emotional reasoning to deal with any situation, and that includes ripping your heart out and stomping on it. Then pouring gasoline on it and lighting it on fire. It's the brutal reality of the disease. They do not have the emotional maturity to handle adult intimate situations, or to truly understand the implications of their actions. They just are not wired that way.
You have to find and accept the answers on your own. I still struggle with this, but it's a process. I really wish I had gone into therapy, but I couldn't afford it. Got laid off, ect. I wouldn't had spent a year with these troubled thoughts and these haunted memories. I wouldn't have walked around like a zombie, dull and lifeless to the world. The betrayal triggered some intense feelings from my childhood. Extremely traumatic issues that I still struggle. The person responsible for those childhood issues dying at exactly the same time I was being betrayed by the BPD didn't help either. It was a tsunami of torment.
After my last interaction with her, I realize she's just "not there". She's scared. Alone. A child pretending to be an adult. Oh I'm sure she has a few guys on the side, (she always does) but it doesn't mean anything. It will never last. If it does, it won't be a grounded adult love with mutual trust and respect. It will be a roller coaster ride where the non is chasing an ever shifting goal post of expectations. When she doesn't feel like playing the game anymore, she'll just move on. No regard for the non in any way. Doesn't matter if the relationship has been years. At any time. For any reason. She'll pick the ball up and leave.
You can't live your life like that. Degenerate gamblers aren't even that stupid. The odds are too stacked against you.
The "Why" matters
The problem is you think you're going to get it from the BPD. That will never happen. They are seriously mentally ill.
The "Why" is that they are afflicted with Borderline Personality Disorder. In my ex's case, also NPD/APD.
If you try to get a "why" you will be gaslighted. They will use projective identification to dance around it. They will blame you. They will never blame themselves or take responsibility. Keep in mind, they have the emotional maturity of a child. They use emotional reasoning to deal with any situation, and that includes ripping your heart out and stomping on it. Then pouring gasoline on it and lighting it on fire. It's the brutal reality of the disease. They do not have the emotional maturity to handle adult intimate situations, or to truly understand the implications of their actions. They just are not wired that way.
You have to find and accept the answers on your own. I still struggle with this, but it's a process. I really wish I had gone into therapy, but I couldn't afford it. Got laid off, ect. I wouldn't had spent a year with these troubled thoughts and these haunted memories. I wouldn't have walked around like a zombie, dull and lifeless to the world. The betrayal triggered some intense feelings from my childhood. Extremely traumatic issues that I still struggle. The person responsible for those childhood issues dying at exactly the same time I was being betrayed by the BPD didn't help either. It was a tsunami of torment.
After my last interaction with her, I realize she's just "not there". She's scared. Alone. A child pretending to be an adult. Oh I'm sure she has a few guys on the side, (she always does) but it doesn't mean anything. It will never last. If it does, it won't be a grounded adult love with mutual trust and respect. It will be a roller coaster ride where the non is chasing an ever shifting goal post of expectations. When she doesn't feel like playing the game anymore, she'll just move on. No regard for the non in any way. Doesn't matter if the relationship has been years. At any time. For any reason. She'll pick the ball up and leave.
You can't live your life like that. Degenerate gamblers aren't even that stupid. The odds are too stacked against you.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
More Contact Will Only Lead To More Abuse
So after the recent setback of having limited contact with psycho ex, I had to contact Verizon and have her blocked from my phone. I blocked her from MySpace. Blocked any possible way she can contact me. Yes, she can call me from a different number, but I doubt she will (Thankfully) and if I do see a number I'm not familiar with, I'll just screen all calls and VMs.
As a co-dependent, it seems like I keep learning the same harsh lesson over and over. My own subconscious responses keep me from learning from my mistakes. I have to be easy on myself. I'm just replaying the same abusive patterns I learned as a child. A very young child who had an abusive BPD father. I realize now I've lived my life shell shocked. Shell shocked from my childhood, which I now realize was abnormal, extremely violent and abusive.
After more than 2 years of dealing with pain, confusion, heartache, and over romanticizing an abusive bpd/npd, I have to fight my emotional rescuing impulses. She's ill. Seriously and severely mentally ill. Emotionally stunted. She needs therapy and treatment, but that is none of my concern and none of my business. I can inform her that she hurt me and the reasons why (suspected npd/bpd), but that's about it. It's her life and it's up to her to find the answers and the help she needs. I need to worry about my own life. Not hers.
I used to dream that she'd magically snap out of it. I didn't understand or grasp BPD. I didn't know about co-morbidity (Narcissism/Antisocial PD). I didn't know about splitting, projection, projective identification, devaluing, disassociation, ect. The Dance of Death. I didn't grasp the true nature of co-dependency and my own role. I had the power the entire time to end the situation. I had the power the entire time to say "No. This situation is unacceptable." Walk away.
I didn't do that though. I thought I was doing the noble thing. Being understanding, compassionate. Those ARE noble traits, but not at the sacrifice of myself, or my self respect. I confused stupidity with compassion. It cost me two good years of my life. An ocean of feelings, love, heartache, sense of loss and betrayal. My dignity. My self esteem. My sense of worth. It made me question my very existence. I was very near insanity from trying to make sense of the situation. I've had BPD "fleas" for more than a year now. It gets better with time, but that's what I need. Time to heal. Time to grow. I thank God I have such a wonderful, genuine, kind, and understanding mother. Mom, I love you more than you'll ever know.
The hardest part is letting go of the pain. The emotional bombs hurled my way. The absolutely terrible things she hurled my way. I've contemplated so many moments of hurt feelings, lies, and betrayal. She needed to dehumanize me. To minimize me as a person. To minimize our relationship to justify the betrayal and the lies. It's a defense mechanism she's been using her entire life. Learned I'm sure from a life of abuse. It's ok for me to care about her, but it's not ok for me to try and rescue her, or have any contact with her. She's too mentally disordered and dangerous in her current condition. Only years of therapy and treatment can help her control the impulses, but they never go away.
Right now she's firmly in denial. It doesn't matter how many relationships crumble because of her behavior, she will never admit she has a problem. It's unfortunate, but not my problem anymore. If only I had stayed away two years ago when the first red flags hit........
Live and Learn I suppose. Time will tell.
As a co-dependent, it seems like I keep learning the same harsh lesson over and over. My own subconscious responses keep me from learning from my mistakes. I have to be easy on myself. I'm just replaying the same abusive patterns I learned as a child. A very young child who had an abusive BPD father. I realize now I've lived my life shell shocked. Shell shocked from my childhood, which I now realize was abnormal, extremely violent and abusive.
After more than 2 years of dealing with pain, confusion, heartache, and over romanticizing an abusive bpd/npd, I have to fight my emotional rescuing impulses. She's ill. Seriously and severely mentally ill. Emotionally stunted. She needs therapy and treatment, but that is none of my concern and none of my business. I can inform her that she hurt me and the reasons why (suspected npd/bpd), but that's about it. It's her life and it's up to her to find the answers and the help she needs. I need to worry about my own life. Not hers.
I used to dream that she'd magically snap out of it. I didn't understand or grasp BPD. I didn't know about co-morbidity (Narcissism/Antisocial PD). I didn't know about splitting, projection, projective identification, devaluing, disassociation, ect. The Dance of Death. I didn't grasp the true nature of co-dependency and my own role. I had the power the entire time to end the situation. I had the power the entire time to say "No. This situation is unacceptable." Walk away.
I didn't do that though. I thought I was doing the noble thing. Being understanding, compassionate. Those ARE noble traits, but not at the sacrifice of myself, or my self respect. I confused stupidity with compassion. It cost me two good years of my life. An ocean of feelings, love, heartache, sense of loss and betrayal. My dignity. My self esteem. My sense of worth. It made me question my very existence. I was very near insanity from trying to make sense of the situation. I've had BPD "fleas" for more than a year now. It gets better with time, but that's what I need. Time to heal. Time to grow. I thank God I have such a wonderful, genuine, kind, and understanding mother. Mom, I love you more than you'll ever know.
The hardest part is letting go of the pain. The emotional bombs hurled my way. The absolutely terrible things she hurled my way. I've contemplated so many moments of hurt feelings, lies, and betrayal. She needed to dehumanize me. To minimize me as a person. To minimize our relationship to justify the betrayal and the lies. It's a defense mechanism she's been using her entire life. Learned I'm sure from a life of abuse. It's ok for me to care about her, but it's not ok for me to try and rescue her, or have any contact with her. She's too mentally disordered and dangerous in her current condition. Only years of therapy and treatment can help her control the impulses, but they never go away.
Right now she's firmly in denial. It doesn't matter how many relationships crumble because of her behavior, she will never admit she has a problem. It's unfortunate, but not my problem anymore. If only I had stayed away two years ago when the first red flags hit........
Live and Learn I suppose. Time will tell.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde
A recent post of mine at BPDFamily
I've thought about this for a long time
At one point I thought it was a death. That was a mistake. Our minds seem to create two people out of one person when it comes to our exes. Dr. Jeckyl and Mr Hyde. Too literally IMO. We forgive Jeckyl for the actions of Hyde. We grieve over the loss of Jeckyl because of the actions of Hyde.
In reality I feel like I was drawn in by Jeckyl, but Jeckyl is the one that isn't real. He's just a mask. Hyde is who they are unfortunately. That doesn't make Hyde evil or bad. They aren't. I don't think Hyde is a monster. He's just a scared little child afraid of the real world. He doesn't know to love like an adult, but he's trapped in the body of an adult. Think about that. How do you hate someone for being who they are? It's not her fault I got involved. It's my fault. I saw Hyde early on, but I wanted Jeckyl too much and was willing to sacrifice my self respect, principles, and basic decency for the illusion of Jeckyl.
Hyde ultimately soul raped me, running away lobbing emotional hand grenades on his way out the door. On his way out he minimized me as a person, minimized our relationship, made me think it was my fault, and said he never violated the relationship on top of that. It's my fault I believed it. It's my fault I allowed it to happen. It's my fault that I allowed myself to believe that person. In reality, through their actions, they minimize themselves as people. Not me. I allowed her to define me. That's where I was broken. That's what I needed to fix. It was a learned response from childhood from reacting to a violent BPD father.
I am nowhere near the end of the journey. In fact, I believe it's just beginning. I have scars now. Knowledge, and the tools I need to live a better life though. It's just doing the work and continuing the self evaluation.
I've thought about this for a long time
At one point I thought it was a death. That was a mistake. Our minds seem to create two people out of one person when it comes to our exes. Dr. Jeckyl and Mr Hyde. Too literally IMO. We forgive Jeckyl for the actions of Hyde. We grieve over the loss of Jeckyl because of the actions of Hyde.
In reality I feel like I was drawn in by Jeckyl, but Jeckyl is the one that isn't real. He's just a mask. Hyde is who they are unfortunately. That doesn't make Hyde evil or bad. They aren't. I don't think Hyde is a monster. He's just a scared little child afraid of the real world. He doesn't know to love like an adult, but he's trapped in the body of an adult. Think about that. How do you hate someone for being who they are? It's not her fault I got involved. It's my fault. I saw Hyde early on, but I wanted Jeckyl too much and was willing to sacrifice my self respect, principles, and basic decency for the illusion of Jeckyl.
Hyde ultimately soul raped me, running away lobbing emotional hand grenades on his way out the door. On his way out he minimized me as a person, minimized our relationship, made me think it was my fault, and said he never violated the relationship on top of that. It's my fault I believed it. It's my fault I allowed it to happen. It's my fault that I allowed myself to believe that person. In reality, through their actions, they minimize themselves as people. Not me. I allowed her to define me. That's where I was broken. That's what I needed to fix. It was a learned response from childhood from reacting to a violent BPD father.
I am nowhere near the end of the journey. In fact, I believe it's just beginning. I have scars now. Knowledge, and the tools I need to live a better life though. It's just doing the work and continuing the self evaluation.
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