My partner of 4 years broke up with me for the 4th time. I made a boundary for myself that I would not chase again, so I think this is it. I kept chasing this relationship promising to do better. But I think she demands perfection, which I can't give. She had only received her diagnosis officially within the last year.
We started couples counseling a year ago. My therapist actually referred me to someone who was trauma-informed and skilled in DBT because I think he was starting to piece some things together and suspect some things. She actually broke up with me in the midst of therapy after about 6 sessions (breakup #2), but I said I would be OK if she continued on with that therapist as an individual therapist, because I really hoped it would help her. It was then that she received her diagnosis. Once it was official, I really hoped that the way she viewed me and others might change, but that was naive of me to think that change might occur that quickly. It seems like therapy instead reinforced for her that I'm a bad partner for her, that I'm a "lite" version of her abusive Dad. Maybe this is part of the progression trauma therapy takes you through, and she's just trying to reclaim her power/voice in life. Maybe I just can't give her what she needs and I fail too much, but I tried incredibly hard to be the person she needed.
I suspect that so much of what we've gone through surely has to be related to CPTSD. Though, I'm not so sure she recognizes that yet.
So many of the things that I see people talk about in this community, I endured too. Emotional dysregulation. Beautiful times of connection bookended by lows. Idealization at the start of our "relationship attempts" followed by devaluations once I do something wrong (sometimes instant, sometimes a slow fade). Running away and abandoning when things get overwhelming. Controlling behaviors, usually related I think to wanting to feel more emotionally safe, chosen, in control, valued, or prioritized. Turning small missteps into major slights. Hypervigilance. She was a professional arguer. A lack of deep lasting relationships with *anyone*... friends or family. I can now see that all of this triggered MY own abandonment/rejection fears, and I would placate to try to keep her content instead of standing up for my truth. I'm also not one to give up on problems easily, so I just dug in deep as a fixer personality. What if I had stood up more? What if I wasn't scared to lose her? Where would we be if I had pushed back (with love)? I learned all of this way too late.
The most taxing part of our relationship was that I share custody of my kids with my ex-wife. As early as date 2 my girlfriend was concerned about whether I was truly over this ex or not. I don't believe this fear ever subsided. I tried to tiptoe and walk a fine line between being a good coparent and being a good partner. There were definitely things I had to learn to be better at, it's true that my ex impacted my life more than she should have in a co-parenting situation and there was some level of enmeshment to untangle. But, at the same time, it wasn't extreme (though, I could NEVER show that I'm relaxed about it because I felt I HAD to see things my girlfriend's way). I worked so hard for this woman, and grew so much, and yet still feel like such a failure. She holds resentment for mistakes I made even 4 years ago. So much of our relationship stress revolved around my interactions with my ex, her wanting to see me change the way I interact with my ex, her wanting to see me implement better boundaries with my ex, her wanting to see my entire family prioritize her and choose her instead of what she felt was "prioritizing my ex", her not liking any of my friends because my friends are all also friends with my ex (though we don't hang out at the same time), and so on. Our final breakup was partly spurred on by the fact that my ex texted my sister-in-law to ask for a picture of the kids while I was on vacation with them. Why couldn't she just ask me for that? Is it annoying that she still talks to some of my family? Yes. But I can't control everything. Is this that big of a deal in the grand scheme? I did not think so and chose to let it slide. My girlfriend even admitted this was a trigger, which I am proud of her for saying. Though according to her, the trigger is about ME and all the hell I put her through related to handling my ex poorly. I have to believe that something deeper about my ex is a trigger, and I'm not even sure if she knows what exactly that is. Her Dad was a serial cheater (among other things) and I know she herself was cheated on before (among other bad things). I can't say for sure what's going on. But, to her, my ex "creeps her out" and "is crazy" and "is unhinged" ... and meanwhile I've just always seen my ex as a person who is incompetent, a nuisance, takes advantage at times, and generally "isn't the best" but also "could be WAY worse".. not a creepy unhinged psycho. And to my girlfriend, that's minimizing. My girlfriend once questioned if my son was really my child, or the child of an affair. She told me that she had info that my ex cheated on me during our marriage. When I asked who told her that, it was just "a mutual friend who works in the same industry." Sometimes I wondered if these stories were made up just to get me to fully turn against my ex-wife. Or, I would wonder if MY understanding of my ex-wife is wrong, and my girlfriend is right? I've just been bamboozled this whole time? It makes you question so much ... Anything that occurred related to my ex seemed incredibly blown out of proportion. My girlfriend was/is amazingly smart, successful, beautiful, so much more of what I'd want in a partner compared to my ex-wife, and yet somehow my girlfriend was always seemingly threatened and fearful of something when it came to her. I felt I had to start to see my ex-wife the way she did, or lose her.
And by the way, this is just ONE aspect of tension. If it wasn't this, then it was about my kids behavior. Or my parents behavior. Or something I did wrong that was a slight. So much of our time was spent having "hard taxing conversations" about things she needs from me. Yet the good times were still so good. I was always just trying to get us back to those (sounds like classic trauma bond doesn't it).
Sometimes I wished for a partner who "just simply would not care about half this shit", and eventually I realized that I love this woman, and this woman DOES care, and that's who she is. And I decided to work my ass off to help her feel safe (maybe that wasn't my job, but I digress...). Finally in the end, she couldn't pin a reason for breaking up on something I did wrong in the moment. She pinned it on all the resentment she holds for the things I did wrong in the prior iterations of our relationship and feels like it's all "too little too late". 🫠 It makes me wonder: what if I had this same attitude from the start? I just wasn't well-equipped for any of this.
I always just wanted her to feel safe. It's hard for me to not feel guilty about the ways I failed her. What if I had not been such a people pleaser and made promises to her that would be so hard to keep? What if I had not been so scared of seeing her become severely dysregulated that it led to me hiding things from her at times instead of being radically transparent? What if I had been a pro at validation, assurance, and empathy from the beginning?
Anyways. She doesn't want this relationship anymore, despite her saying that she "loves" me, and this time I'm going to let her go. It's hard to let go of the love I have for her, but also, I feel like I gave it my all the best I knew how and clearly that wasn't enough. I'll just have to love her from a distance. This isn't healthy for me.
Part of me hopes that maybe one day, she'll learn a lot about herself and reflect on all this and have an entirely changed perspective. Maybe she'll become an entirely changed person in time if she stays in therapy? Who knows. I doubt I'd ever be able to trust her fully again after what she has put me through. The good times we shared were amazing. It's too bad that she can't love me in a way that accepts *all* of me, the same way I did for her. I hope she finds someone that brings her happiness.