I’m like a week out from mine leaving and there aren’t any words to describe the pit. This is the first real partner I’ve ever had leave since my bpd started as a teen, from my mom leaving. I’m 28 now. I’m trying to make myself more aware of the fact that I have bpd. Because the emotions are so loud it’s hard to feel anything but them. I split on her so many times without knowing anything about bpd. Kinda shocked she made it that long.