For four tumultuous years, I navigated the stormy waters of a relationship with a girlfriend who had borderline personality disorder (BPD). Our love story began with passion and promise, but it soon morphed into a rollercoaster ride of emotions, chaos, and heartache.

The Early Days: Love and Intensity We met at because she was moving to a new place with someone she hardly knew and I ran into in the walmart parking lot. She was with another person who had all her personal belongings in his truck. She was talking loudly to the new roommate on the phone. With a crooked smile I walked by and asked if she was ok and if she was hungry. A confused look protruded its way on to her face and with a soft spoken word she said "yea". She followed me back to my place for breakfast, just up the road. Her ride was in a hurry and dumped everything she owned on my lawn and that's where I noticed her vibrant energy and her captivating smile. She was magnetic, and I fell hard. Our connection felt electric, like two souls destined to collide. But beneath the surface, there were cracks—subtle signs that would later erupt into chasms.

The First Clues: Arguments and Destruction Our arguments escalated quickly. Minor disagreements turned into volcanic eruptions. She’d hurl accusations, her eyes ablaze with anger. The house bore the brunt of our battles—shattered glass, punched walls, and overturned furniture. I’d sweep up the debris, wondering how love could coexist with such destruction.

The Stolen Moments: Possessions and Trust She pilfered my possessions—a necklace my grandmother had given me and my cherished coin collection. It started out slow but each theft left me bewildered. How could someone I loved betray me like this? Trust frayed, and I locked away my valuables, both physical and emotional.

Midnight Intruders: Strangers in My Home While I slept, she invited strangers into our sanctuary. Men she’d met on Facebook or FetLife tiptoed through the darkened house. Their laughter echoed down the hallway, mocking my vulnerability. I’d lie there, heart pounding, wondering how I’d become a spectator in my own life.