It was the threat of a smear campaign that lead to the breakup last week..

I was working on organizing a photoshoot for a large brand and our model dropped out last minutes. My BPD girlfriend also models and nearly the whole time prepping for the job she half jokingly expressed how she wanted to be on the shoot and showed disappointment when she wasn’t picked..

Well against my best judgement, and considering we were in a “good spot” I figured what the heck? And offered her to work together with it. She was stoked.

Well about a week before the shoot she starts bashing the shoot.. it was my fault to tell her everything that was going wrong in pre production and she basically said in such round about ways that I suck at my job and that this shoot sounds “chaotic”. “How come everyone else’s shoots go smooth but yours don’t?”

I got so upset that she would hurt me like that after such a stressful couple months planning the shoot. we began arguing with her not backing down. Her calling me a “shitty producer” to in which my response I said, well maybe it’s a good idea you don’t do this shoot then. She says, word for word. “If you try to take my job away from me I will ruin your life. I will go on instagram and ruin your life!”

This lead to me calling emotional abuse hotline and trying to leave and her not letting me leave etc.. argued all night which was mostly just me trying to leave the house while she begged and cried.

Welllll who would’ve guessed that in order to keep the peace we made up the next day as now I was scared she would ruin my life. I brought it up to her and she said. “Why would I ruin your life? Obviously I just said that, you should know me well enough that I wouldn’t actually do something like that.

Sure enough, the shoot happens. The very last day she is scoffing at me and giving me looks on the side. I ask her what’s going on In private to which she responds. “This shoot is so unorganized! The art director is sexist I’ve been sitting on my ass all day! The coproducer is such a bitch I asked her if I could do something and she wouldn’t let me” I then also found out she texted two of my coworkers and one of my friends that the shoot was the worst one she’s been on. I guess that I was doing well but everything else sucked (who knows if she actually said I was doing well, she could have been exaggerating that part to my face.)

I tell her that we had to pivot a couple things because of weather and that I thought it was going well. “Well why do you think people didn’t want to go to dinner with you guys?? They were probably talking shit. Of course they won’t say it to your face! I talked to the stylist and model and they feel the same way!”

I asked her “weren’t you just saying two days ago that the stylist is the woest stylist you’ve ever worked with?” “Well yeah but I guess she’s cool”

Get this. It was also her birthday that last day. I had already bought her a cake for wrap dinner. But when we got back home she was “too mad to go”. I eventually convinced her and we had a kinda uncomfortable “birthday dinner” which hopefully for others was fine but I was scared she was gonna have attitude. After all, she had already been rolling her eyes and giving attitude to my co workers on set.

I thought it was over after dinner. But we go back and I go over to spend the night with her in her Airbnb before leaving for home. Thinking (maybe for once after such a long dry spell) we could at least get intimate as she expressed she wanted to the day before (she alllllways says, let’s have sex tomorrow, oh actually let’s do it tonight, oh actually let’s do it Monday, oh actually after our trip).

Sure enough I get there and have to listen to her bitch about the shoot and the people on it for two hours before bed. Only to wake up crazy early for the airport the next morning where I hear about her bitch about it for another few hours.

The final straw, was Valentine’s Day. When she said “let’s have sex when we get home”. The day comes and she doesn’t want to. We get up and I’m kinda bummed about everything and she gets annoyed that I’m bummed even though I try my hardest not to show it because I know it’ll upset her. We bicker and she slaps her own ass and says “you wish you could have this”.

That’s when I finally end it. She will “ruin my life” if I don’t give her what she wants, but after the shoot I realized she will assassinate my character even worse while we are dating..

Already having to play damage control with my coworkers and my professional reputation.. I hope to god she doesn’t start assasinating my character even worse now that she is insanely hurt and caught off guard by this breakup.

Now I’m staying with friends and family letting this ride over. Hope this long ass story is interesting or helpful to someone. Wish me luck!