So, I'm in a support group for
victims of BPD abuse and today I made both a funny and terrible discovery about a bpd cycle: the new life after discard.
When my bippie moid and I fought, he would always came back with new friends and hobbies, only to discard them once the wounds of the fight healed and then the cycle was repeated again and again. I cannot count the times that after a fight and weeks long silent treatment, he started hoovering me with some new friend bullshit story and that he was going out a lot in the time span that we didn't talk: they are quite literally retarded emotionally. Yeah no shit but they can't see the consequences of their own actions so if they idealize you and you're both their source of pain and comfort, where comfort is their automatic response and pain is something they feel the need to come up with because they associate pain with love like a retarded pavlov dog, when they fight with you, they realize later that they lost their source of comfort so they search that comfort anywhere only to discard them when you're back. Their basic human needs require comfort but their disorder tells them that you're a fucking demon, and they're so emotionally retarded that they cannot make the two things coexists and develop in a way where they see the nuance, it depends on which part of their brain they decide to go along with. They might be emotionally stunted but I believe that a some point you also have to be intellectually mature enough to realize the damages and that's where they totally lose me. I usually try to empathize with people who have disorders but being a bippie means being totally blind ot the cause-effect principle and if I wanted to argue with toddlers, I would work in a kindergarten, not get in a relationship with one but just because they're immature, doesn't mean that they're not dangerous. I know a couple of people that committed suicide (two women - married and engaged) due to the stress that those moids made them feel, one of the two developed heart problems because her heart rate was so unstable and I know that one went impatient in a ward for at least five years because the bippie moid she was with, when she went back to live with her mother, would blackmail her with bullshit stuff like "I cannot live without you!" and cut himself in front of her front door. Imagine not being able to go out of your front door, in the house where also your elder mother live
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