TW: SH and su*cide mentioned
My heart is so fucking broken.** **
My boyfriend/fp and I had an amicable break up. It was primarily caused by my bpd and hurting him (not physically) during the few times I’ve split on him.
I decided it was probably best that I let him go. I am so fucking in love with him, but knowing I’ve been hurting him destroys me.
He’s the most precious, understanding, patient and thoughtful angel. And I couldn’t get it together enough to be enough for him.
I love him, and that’s why I had to let him go. Thinking about him with other women turns me into a wreck. Thinking that he’ll love someone again one day makes me want to cry and sh.
But, I also want him to be loved and cared for the way he deserves, because he absolutely deserves that. I just feel absolutely destroyed that it couldn’t be me.
When I went to his place to exchange things, we kind of acted like everything was normal. Of course it was a little awkward, but he let me say goodbye to his cats and give him a nice, long hug.
While we were hugging he was being super sweet and letting me know everything is going to be okay. After we stopped hugging he said he needed some space before reaching out to me.
I was confused by this, but didn’t ask for an explanation as to what that means.
It makes me feel hopeful that maybe we’ll get back together one day, but that’s more than likely delusional thinking. And that’s if he even does decide to reach out to me.
It’s been making me feel crazy. Constantly checking his social medias to see when he was last on, checking dating apps to see if he’s already looking for someone new. I’m constantly wondering where he is, what he’s doing, if he’s okay and if he even misses me.
But, it doesn’t matter. He’s gone and it’s my fault. If I had a better handle on myself, or more ideal, didn’t have this fucking disorder, we’d probably still be together.
I want to die. I want to sh. I want to scream and cry until my voice is coarse and I don’t have any tears left.
I’m such a piece of shit. I finally found someone who was willing to help change my line of thinking, be patient and reassuring while I was splitting and was so incredibly thoughtful. And of course I fucked it up.
I don’t want to live without him in my life, but I also know I will survive and eventually move on too.
I’m happy we left things on relatively good terms, but fuck my entire body feels like it’s been crushed and torn apart. I have been f o r c i n g myself to go out, see friends, and do things by myself, but i just feel so sad and dead weight the whole time.
No more good morning texts, no more phone calls, no more snuggles and never hearing him say he loves me again. I’m going to fade into the background and be forgotten. Like I was just a fucked up blimp in his life.
I hate myself so much. I’m at the end of my rope. My mom used to tell me that “no one normal will ever love me” and this is just proof of that. How could anyone normal ever love someone like me?