I feel like a bad partner because of my bpd. My episodes are exhausting. I'm exhausting. I can't help I'm broken, but I can help my behavior. I'm so sorry. I know I apologize too much. I'm sorry you have to walk on eggshells. I feel guilt, knowing that a different partner could be easier for you. I feel guilt knowing practically no one will put up with me. Why do you?
Kobe: Oh my god, are you serious?!
Oscar: Nah, I’m just pissing around-.. ‘course I’m serious.
Kobe: I can’t do it, dude! They’re worth a fortune, I’d-…
Oscar: I bought it with dirty D-R-U-G money, Kobe.. it’s the last thing I wanna get rid of; call it a favour.
Kobe: What’re you gonna do though?
Oscar: I dunno, buy another one? You got any old bangers lying around?
Kobe: Oh, oh-.. let’s swap! You can have my car!
Oscar: A shitty little Golf ain’t much use-…
Kobe: No, the station wagon!
Oscar: That?
Kobe: I’ve done it up real good, I swear.
Oscar: A pink station wagon?
Kobe: It’s maroon.
Oscar: Uh-huh.. alright, why not! Courtney will love it.
Kobe: [claps] Ahh, awesome! How bout you, d’you like “pink”, lil man?
[Robin stares at Kobe silently]
Oscar: He prefers green.
Kobe: I could always wrap it for ya agai-.. woah!
[Kobe fails to catch the keys Oscar suddenly threw at him, scrambling to pick them up with excitement]
Oscar: Don’t kill yourself, it’ll be worse on my conscience than it already is.
[Kobe yells something inaudible, already slamming the door shut on his favourite car EVER]
…
Oscar: Whaddya think?
[Robin wriggles into a comfortable spot, nodding approvingly; noticing the steering wheel, he points toward it]
Oscar: I don’t think so, pal.
[Robin pouts, pointing at the radio instead]
Oscar: Sure-.. cover your ears first though, there’s probably a subwoofer in the back knowing Kobe.
[Perplexed, Robin glances at Oscar and pants like a dog]
Oscar: [guffaws] It’s a speaker, not a doggy! Go on, try it…
[Robin’s eyes widen as said speaker bursts to life with a thumping bass track loud enough to vibrate the seats]
Oscar: [yells] Neat, huh?!
My partner (and fp) suggested I also document the good moments for my recovery. So here I am, doing that. Those of you, like me, with tormenting BPD know there are those good moments.
The other day I was so so angry over the mundane and cycle I'm in. Wake, work, sleep. I'm without a car, too. So I'm trapped in my home. I wanted to snap at my fp going off about how we don't do anything together after work anyway
And then it dawned on me
The night before we were snuggled up, laughing our asses off to videos of people eating shit. It was so nice. I savored every minute of it. My mood flipped like a switch and I had to swallow tears at work. I live for the mundane. I want to be a homemaker doing the mindless chores. The big exciting stuff is a plus.
Everything was okay. We're okay. I just had a bout of big emotions.
It gets better
And I'm so lucky to have a fp who also has BPD and is so loving and understanding
[ID: Screencaps from Avataro Sentai Donbrothers. Tarou is laying unconscious on the floor while Tsuyoshi holds his hand and says: "No pulse. He's dead!", the rest of the donbrothers then start laughing and cheering while saying: "Yay!", "Alright!" /END ID]