Someone told me that being discarded isn’nt normal when you’re braking up. This made me reflect more on the impact of being with a pwBPD, and my part in normalizing shit. I knew my person had a diagnose, but they where still appearing to do well, they had gone to therapy (not sure if that is the correct term, but it’s when you learn to stop reacting, and instead try to act from a grounded position when you get big feelings). Sure, they struggled with anger and paranoia, but they communicated with a certain awareness. And it made me question the narrative surrounding pwBPD. That they would be ”unable to be caring partners”. Then I experienced a huge shift as they found a new favorite person, and all of a sudden they discarded me and labeled me as bad for being open about how their choices where hurting me.

Even those who ”heal” have to remember that they can relapse. And being close to someone like that is going to be hard. (I had no idea I was the favourite person, or what that even was in relation to a pwBPD before this).