What is posted here is a true account of my relationship with a borderline personality. As you read it, some of you will find it hard to believe. I found it hard to believe. Part of the reason I have to write it down is to remind myself that it actually happened. I devoted months to researching BPD, because I didn’t know what to believe. But this is what a BPD relationship will do to you. It will make you doubt your own instincts and your own memories.
Borderlines are so detached from reality, they can actually make you think you’re the one who’s crazy. They will abuse you and then will deny everything. They will antagonize you and wonder why their life is filled with turmoil. They will spend months convincing you they love you and then months later will wonder why you don’t just “move the fuck on”.
But don’t take my word on any of this. Do your own research. Out there, you will find hundreds of stories identical to mine. BPD is real. It is not the figment of a jaded lover’s imagination. The world is just becoming aware of this strange affliction. This blog is my contribution to this awareness. My ex is working hard to forget her history of abusive behavior, but this blog will remain as a reminder.
Even my critics can not ignore the mountain of evidence out there. I’ve silenced them with the truth. It wasn’t an easy fight. Borderlines and their enablers will fight hard to cover up their tracks. They will deny and project. They will slander you and gaslight you. They will do anything to suppress the truth. But there is no stronger evidence than the borderline’s own life, a life filled with conflict and chaos. The hardest battle has been the one to get my borderline ex to take a long hard look at herself.
Eventually, I’ll move on. But she has yet to acknowledge the pain she has caused me and she probably never will. So for now, it is important for me to remind her and myself that it did happen. For now, it’s important for me to tell my story.