tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478275993537591735.post4700874343312613774..comments2023-12-09T22:04:54.837-05:00Comments on BPD Relationship Recovery -- Me Project: Intensive CareUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478275993537591735.post-32073554186733099392010-12-10T05:44:34.596-05:002010-12-10T05:44:34.596-05:00I have a story. My quiet bpd suddenly moved to her...I have a story. My quiet bpd suddenly moved to her home state but we agreed to get married when she came back. With in one month she begged me to move there. I agreed but before I left I got a letter saying she was marrying someone else. I was destroyed. Then a mutual friend told me about a guy with red hair named IKE that was destroyed a month earlier exactly the same way by my same bpd. So having a nervous break down I drove a 1000 miles to an old childhood friend/lover who invited me o.o.t.b. So I took the road trip just to get out of my crappy apt and away from my miserable brother. I thought it was so wierd. I was on the same interstate my quiet bpd had just taken while I talked to her on the phone. The same road I was going to take to meet her but now I was going to meet a different girl who was calling me. Infact the quiet BPD always reminded me of her because we laughed together so much and both gave great head. Anyway I got there and she was very helpful. Then later we were talking and she was bugging out over something stupid. I tried to calm her down and she blew up in a rage attacking me over the quiet bpd as if she was jealous. I had not seen her in 7 years and she always had a boyfriend. She even stormed out of her own apartment for no reason and marched up the street expecting me to chase her. She was clearly Classic BPD. So desperate and halfway there anyway, I called the quiet bpd and was denied because she said she was faithful. Even though a 2 weeks earlier I was her fiancee. I grilled her with disbelief and asked his name. She said BOB. I went to sleep but was woken up by the Classic bpd with sex I didnt want to have, had to think of the quiet to get off and cried after. I drove 1000 miles home back to my crappy apt and miserable brother. A few weeks later the quiet bpd calls and says shes not getting married but doesnt want me back. I go to work and I am totally depressed and a stranger bums a cigarette off me. I pour my heart out telling him the whole story about the quiet BPD. He listens smoking several of my cigarettes. Later someone waves to him and says Hi IKE. I notice he has red hair so go to him and say youre names Ike are you the other guy? He panics and says I go by my middle name Bob denying he's the guy. My stomach turns but I dont push it. To finish, it was him and he was beatty eyed and losing his red hair. I am a really handsome guy so thats when I realized she was crazy. When it comes to BPD you have to laugh it off. True story I swear.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com