I've literally wasted a decade of my life. 10 years ago today I met my ex-husband. We married and divorced shortly afterwards. I then moved cities. Met my ex in early 2014, broke up in late 2015 and was suicidal for 6 months. Met now DP who came along like a knight in shining armour during that break up, 'rescued' me and now, nearly four years later this relationship is breaking down.
I have a BPD diagnosis from nearly 20 years ago. I stayed out of any crisis and was pretty calm for 12 years until everything crashed down in 2015, triggered by the break up. Now I'm in exactly the same spot, almost to the day. I have not engaged with mental health services for years and would rather be dead than have to deal with them. I had some DBT four years ago but really all that stopped the issues was getting together with DP, having rapidly become utterly obsessed with him shortly after the breakdown of my previous relationship. He was there, he was kind to me, he gave me a hug and opened an enormous can of worms where I was utterly obsessed with him and could think of nothing but to be with him. I was extremely ill and vulnerable and all I wanted was him. The DBT did little for me. Once I got with him, my symptoms subsided and things stabilised. Until now.
I can't go through another break up. The last one nearly killed me. I can't cope with rejection. I don't want to be back into a spiralling pit of self harm and suicidal ideation. But I can't stay with him in the circumstances.
I have a mother with dementia, a dead father and no siblings. My friends and family are not close by. It's me and the cats once DP leaves. How do I explain to my mother that DP has left me? She can't understand things anymore but knows who he is. How do I explain to work that I'm a fucking mess and an abject failure?
I wish DP would snap and kill me. That way the pain would stop but it wouldn't be me ending it and leaving my daughter. I can't abide the thought of leaving her but can't stand the pain.
It's a new decade dawning and all I want is to be dead. Everywhere I look there are successful, happy people. I am a fuck up and a failure at life.
How the holy fuck do I get through another failed relationship when I love him so much? Why do I have a personality disorder which fucks up my life?