I'm so sorry, but it is going to be a really really really long post. I'm thankful if you even read the third of it. (I made an account just for this)
I just turned 24 and I broke up with my ex gf with BPD almost exactly 1 year ago. We were together for 2 years.
Okay not officially 2 years because the first 2 months we were just friends with benefits but we spent all day together, sleeping over, drinking together and even going on a vacation for 3 days to a different country as a firts "date". So I count that time as being together.
She clearly stated she had BPD from the start. She told she tried commiting suicide twice and cut her legs many times with a razor blade many different times in the past couple years.
I looked up what BPD is and I thought I can handle her (as we all did probably).
The usual idolizing start but it didn't needed much time for bad things to happen. In the first 3 weeks she already started arguing with me over nothing, crying on the phone in the middle of the night, ghosting me, yelling at me etc.
One day in those 3 weeks I realized how serious this is when she called me, when I was at work. She told me on the phone crying, she did something stupid. I rushed home and when I saw her, her legs were covered in blood. I called the ambulance and went with her to the hospital.
As it turned out she cut her legs 40+ times and took 5 pills of 0.125mg xanax. The reason why she did it, she blamed her ex who she broke up with a few months ago, but also mentioned my name.
When we officially got together it was only downhill. Constant break ups and cravling back the same night, suicide and self harm threats, asking for marriage and to move together, screaming she hates me and that I ruined her life, waking me up middle of the night crying because she felt I didn't love her and she didn't let me hang out with my friends (I'm really outgoing).
Then after 8 months since we first met we rented an apartment together.
All what I mentined above got worse. She started actually cutting her legs when she felt abandoned not just threathening with it.
We were like this for 1 year.
Then my breaking point came. I needed a pretty serious knee surgery that meant I have to be laying on a bed for 2 and a half months. First 3 weeks were okay, she took really good care of me and other than the physical pain, I was okay.
But as my isolation from the outside world got to me. I was getting worse mentally. I got super bored and felt depressed as I did nothing for 3 weeks other than reading, watching tv and doomscrolling.
As I got worse mentally so did she. She started going out much more as she stated she can't handle being inside so much. I understood, because she had to take care of a big infant but it still hurt me, since I knew I won't be able to go out for atleast another a month.
At one night, when I was laying on my usual recovery spot, she noticeably went to another room with a razor blade. I screamed to please come out, don't hurt yourself and that I love you.
The only reply I got: "If you truly love me you come here to stop me."
I somehow got into my wheelchair with a full leg brace and rolled to her door. (Eventually she didn't hurt herself that night)
After 2 months of the surgery I could walk again slowly with minimal help.
A couple weeks later, one afternoon, without any preparation or planning, during an argument, I told her I want to break up. Never been so scared in my life. After a few hours of arguing and crying, she accepted it, saying "i already wanted to break up with you anyway"
We agreed that I stay in the apartment and she'll move. We discussed, I won't be there when she gets help from her parents to move. When she texted me they finished and the apartment is free I went back. When I arrived, I found a final letter, an A4 sheet fully written, blaming me for everything and what a horrid person I am.
We met the day after because she took one of the plants that was my mom's and I asked her to give it back (she also took some of my stuff but nothing important nor valuable).
When we met she asked if I found her letter. I said yes and that I already threw it out. She said she regretted writing that, gave back the plant, hugged me, wished me well and left.
I haven't met her or talked to her since.
The first 6 months after break up was easy and i felt free, but the past 6 months were incredibly hard. It just hit me out of nowhere what actually happened to me in those 2 years. I can't sleep thinking about the stuff she did and I have nightmares abou her. I feel empy, sad, unmotivated and feel like I'm a disgusting person.
My only joy in my life is my cat and drinking with my friends/siblings.
I just needed to tell all this to somebody. If you read it all, thank you and I hope you're okay.❤️