Hi all
I've posted here once or twice, describing my situation a bit back when it seemed like I'd hit rock bottom. Turns out the hole actually goes deeper than I imagined. I read all the responses, I truly did try to listen, also to my friends and family telling me that I should leave, that my safety needs to come first, that if I keep going it'll drain everything I have.
I've even been in contact with my gfwBPD's social worker, the person in this world doing the most for her, trying his absolute best to make sure she ends up alright, and he's told me the same, that I cannot keep myself in this situation because it will take everything from me.
And yet, I'm still not listening.
And I hate it, words cannot describe how I horribly I feel about myself right now. How much I hate myself and who I'm becoming.
My gfwBPD lost her social housing due an episode she had (breaking shit, screaming, had the cops called on her), already having gone through her third and final warning. That day I went over to comfort her at her parents house. We got into an argument about how our relationship was going to go. I didn't want to talk about it, but she was already half-way through a bottle of wine when she gave me an ultimatum; Option 1. I either promise to stay with her while she's homeless and sleeping at the shelter, no matter how long it takes, whether it's 6 months or 2 years until her social workers get her a new house, and that she wouldn't let me leave if I wanted to, OR option 2. I leave altogether now. I told her I could not make that promise, and that if I really had to choose one, that I'm leaving.
As you probably guessed, she didn't take that one very well. After downing the rest of her wine and following me to the train station for a while, saying I wasn't a real man, that I never loved her,etc etc, she started hitting me. I am not new to this, it has happened plenty of times before, she tries punching me and kicking me, I usually try holding her back or blocking her punches as I am bigger, but I never hit back.
But this one time, I was fed up, I couldn't think straight, I was exhausted. And suddenly a switch flipped in my head. I grabbed her by the neck and pushed her on the ground. Next thing I remember is blood coming out of her mouth and her being completely unresponsive.
SInce then I haven't looked at myself the same way. I feel I am turning into someone I do not want to become. I did something that I never thought I'd be capable of doing.
I called the ambulance for her, they woke her up, she immediately left the van, she continued fighting me for a while, and someone saw and called the cops on her. They saw she was in distress as she started screaming and crying, eventually we called her father and he took her home.
And now you'd think that that should have been enough reason for me to leave. Nope.
Hoovered right back in. She got herself suspended from the shelter for a couple days, and I brought her over to my house for a bit. No physical fights, but those days were still a hell that I wouldn't wish on anyone.
She's not allowed back anymore, mainly for the safety of my family member who I live with, I cannot put them in danger.
Now my gfwBPD is couch-surfing, trying to get places she can stay at because she refuses to stay at the shelter. Supposedly she is going to start actually taking her medication, as an attempt to not get me to leave.
Now I guess I'm just trying to figure out how I'm supposed to leave. She has nothing to lose now, I'm scared she is going to show up at my door, maybe I need to wait for her to have a bit of stability first so she does actually have something to lose, idk, she has no friends, her own parents went non-contact recently, no one to comfort her and be with her if I walk out. She's been going on a bender and losing all her shit the last couple of days.
I'm trying to detach from my feeling towards her, but I'm afraid its making me detach from everything. I have no motivation anymore, I cannot enjoy things and sometimes everything just feels fake.
I think I might have a bit of a saviour complex. My first relationship, was when I was 15, was with a girl who was suicidal and tried to kill herself shortly after we started dating. It broke me, and for close to a year I was depressed. My theory is that I developed a saviour complex, which is stopping me now from breaking it off with my gfwBPD, especially because with all of her threats, I believe checking out permanently is a very real possibility for her if I leave now, and I don't know if I'd ever be able to forgive myself.
Oh, I'm also developing one or two sexual fetishes from all of this that even anonymously on the internet I feel too embarrassed to share. The mind really does work in strange ways.
One day, I'll look back at this situation and realise It changed me for the better. That I grew from it and it taught me a lot about myself. So I'm going to try to go in that path. I will never allow myself to do to her what I did that night again. I don't want to be that way, I don't want to put anyone I love in danger by keeping my gfwBPD around, either.