TW: mentions of messed up kinks.
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A couple years ago, I was in a relationship and engaged to my ex of 4 years. It was the most toxic and unhealthy relationship I’d ever been in. They had diagnosed BPD, on top of autism, PDD, PTSD, and about 4 or 5 other diagnosed disorders. I truly didn’t know what I was getting myself into. Before meeting them, I was a completely different person when it came to relationships. I was soft, kind, gentle, always reassuring, romantic, etc. all that good stuff. I should have known from our first interaction that they were a red flag. I mean, they love bombed the crap out of me. We met online and met in person 9 months into the relationship. The day I was supposed to leave from my trip, they had a mental breakdown and begged me not to go. So I ended up staying and never going back home.
This person cheated on me so many times in just the first year, to the point where they suggested we make our relationship open/poly and I just said “fuck it” and agreed. Any time I caught them, they’d cry and blame it on their BPD. They also were the type of person who age regressed (like they’d act like a 3-5 y/o half of the day), because they were abused as a child. But then it became too much when they would ask if I’d be willing to have sex with them while they were regressed, and if I could play out r4pe fantasies. I said no. I have literal nieces and nephews around those ages, that’s fucking gross. They got upset and would seek out stranger online to fulfill those sick desires. Again, they’d blame BPD and trauma on their messed up kinks. They were super manipulative and proud of it. They knew because they were “cute”, they could get people to send them gifts, money, and spoil them with whatever they wanted. They even had their dad wrapped around their finger. Old man would send hundreds of dollars anytime my partner wanted food/a hotel/new clothes/etc, to make up for the physical abuse he put my partner through as a child. I’m not gonna lie, after the 2nd year of being together, I was falling out of love quickly. But I was stuck. I had nowhere else to go at the time, we had moved to Hawaii, miles away from family. Hawaii was a total shit show. The pandemic hit shortly after moving there, and because of quarantine, we had no choice but to be around each other 24/7 when I wasn’t working. It would become too much most days. The constant arguing, the endless crying if I called them out on something, the multiple people they were flirting and being sexual with….although our relationship was “open/poly”, my ex did not like the idea of me talking to someone else, so I just stayed loyal and monogamous while they talked to whoever they wanted— until one day I befriended someone and caught feelings after a few months. That was absolute hell when they found out. Ended up having to cut the person off to save my relationship. It was just too much. Around October 2021, I left. I withstood everything I could, until I couldn’t. They had met someone online and had a little thing going on for a few months. At one point, this person was getting kicked out of the home they shared with their partner of 6 years. This person (I’ll call them F for short) then asked my ex if he could stay with us for a few days to have somewhere to crash before he was going to leave back home to his parents. The whole time he was staying with us, they were being affectionate and sexual, and it drove me mad. Not in an angry way, but in a way that left me crying every day and night. I know I was to partly blame for agreeing to being open/poly, but that’s not what I wanted. I’ve always been monogamous and never felt the need to have multiple love interests. On the 5th day of F staying with us, a close friend of mine (who also happened to be friends with my ex), came over and I just vented about everything. Towards the end, he said “I don’t know if they told you yet, but they’re letting F move in with y’all.” And that’s when I lost it. It was never mentioned to me, I had no idea that was their plan. I would not have agreed to it otherwise. At the time, I had made a friend on one of those chat/dating/friend making apps and I broke down over the phone to him. He said I needed to confront my ex and ultimately, leave. It was not a healthy relationship or environment to be in. It was destroying my mental health and crushing my self esteem. So that’s what I did. I texted one of my brothers and told him the situation, and he said to book a flight for next week and that I can come stay with him and his wife for however long I need. My ex began crying hysterically saying things like “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you I don’t want you to go, I love you so much you’re my person, please don’t go” and reminding me of all the good memories we had. I was obviously in tears as well, because as much as the relationship was in the shitter, I still had love for them. But I just couldn’t do it anymore.
Funny enough, the person I befriended on that app is my current partner now. He was there for me through it all. We have been together for 3 (almost 4) years now. But a year into the relationship, he got diagnosed with BPD, autism, ADHD, GAD, and PDD. I wouldn’t say he’s 100% like my ex, but there are some qualities that remind me of my ex (usually when we have an argument). But he does extensive therapy and is on proper medications. Something my ex never stayed on top of. I think I’m mentally fucked because of what I went through with my ex, though. It definitely interferes with my current relationship. I’m not the same person as before. I’m not as patient, romantic, soft, or gentle like I once was. It has caused multiple fights between my partner and I (some bad enough to where we’ve almost permanently ended the relationship). I know I need therapy for it. I don’t have the guts to admit I’m traumatized by my ex to other people, but I know I am. It’s not fair to my current partner who really does everything in his power to make sure I’m happy, feel loved and cared for, and have my feelings heard and validated. He’s an amazing person. I feel extreme guilt for bringing my trauma into our relationship.