On Saturday, my relationship to a BPD (let's call her Beth) ended in dramatic fashion - and you can guess who started it. For the best part of a year, I've been trying to help this girl, when I already knew that help has to come from within. I was blinded by her looks, her intellect (not emotional intelligence, for BPDs have none), and for the lots we have in common.
There were major red flags from the second I met her as a friend at work. Mean remarks, outbursts... She did apologize once - but that should have been enough for me to stay away. I had no idea what BPD was until I had bonded with her. Too late.
At the start, I was sucked in by the desire to help her and felt very sorry for her (still do to a small extent). As time went on, I realized she was an abuser and a manipulator - and that nothing I ever did or said would be good enough. Every little disagreement - every small thing - is a mountain for someone with BPD, and they generally don't give two craps for your feelings. They shout, rage, and enter psychotic meltdowns at a drop of a hat that they can't recover from - sometimes for hours. I'd been with her close to a year until last week, but was already thinking of a way to end it calmly and in good faith. I think she's been plotting to end it too, but didn't know how to do it in good faith so created insane drama to completely destroy our friendship.
We were having a drink together - me, her, and one of her friends (let's call her Sofie) - and listening to music. Earlier that day Beth had been raging about Sofie and how she was ready to cut all ties with her "What does she offer to me? What does she do for my life? Look how annoyed I am... why am I her mate". I noted to her that that was a very selfish position to take and that she'd been friends with Sofie since primary school. To a BPD it's ALL about themselves and what they can TAKE.
It turns out Sofie's big crime was to ask for a lift to Beth's house - and that she'd (apparently) made some sarcastic comments. The comments were probably totally warranted, because what BPDs don't tell you (because they are eternal victims) is that they said something to cause it - and they have VERY FEW friends (usually zero stable ones) because they've driven all the nice people away. Sofie, as it happens, had already made comments hinting that she was getting very fed up with Beth as a friend. Who can blame her?
Before we left, Beth was ranting that Sofie wanted ice "Why does she want ice???? What for???" - well for cocktails (that never entered Beth's head). But, once again, the smallest thing sets off a BPD. We picked Sofie up outside her house - Beth was complaining as she was waiting 10 minutes in the car. I made the comment that Sofie was probably being nice and gathering provisions (she was) but no good thought ever enters the head of a BPD. They are filled with bad thoughts permanently. Everything anyone does must have an ulterior motive - because really they are self reflecting. They think everyone is like themselves.
I should note that in the hour leading up to us setting off to pick up Sofie (who lived close by), I had tried to hug Beth to make her feel better. I got pushed away "Leave me alone! Go away!". She ordered me about, and insulted me numerous times before we set off. The night was over before it began. She was already going to wreck the night, you see. When a BPD is angry - and they ALWAYS ARE - then they take it out on those around them.
We set off. In the car, Beth immediately turned her attacks to me - making silly comments and nasty put downs. Mostly subtle digs at that point - but these continued into the night. I tried to hold my tongue and not to rise to it, because part of me suspected she was trying to produce drama. But full of wine and after listening to her deliberately provoke me by bringing up another lad, who I know she pursued before me, and other rude moments (that even her friend Sofie called her out on), I finally snapped. I said "You're rude, obnoxious, and trouble causing. You are after drama and you're not nice." At that point she escalated immediately to "Get out, or I'm calling the police" (I don't live with her, thank god). Sofie and I stared at her in disbelief, but she was deadly serious.
She now had the drama she craved. She tried to make out to Sofie that I was an awful person, and that I was ruining the mood for nothing - whereupon I said "Maybe you should tell Sofie what you were saying about her earlier, eh?" At this point, Beth went into an insane, violent rage - punched me square in the face, took my glasses off - crushing them - and then reached for my laptop and threw it clean out of the flat window (2 floors up) onto the concrete floor below, destroying it. She could easily have seriously injured someone, but she didn't care. She then reached for more of my stuff to launch out. She was in a frenzy - like a wild animal. I grappled her to the floor to see her smiling... with an almost sexual excitement in her eyes. She was LOVING IT. That's when she saw my other side. Finally. About time.
I said "Now... it's my turn." I smashed her glasses and threw her laptop out of the other window (no people can walk there). I then said "For every item of mine you damage, I am going to damage two of yours. Do you get it? Don't mess with me, you evil b****. You've had an easy upbringing and you have no idea what I've had to endure. You like insane do you? You want to see it????"
She wasn't smiling anymore.
Sofie was in shock and went to leave - but realized her mobile phone was missing. "Has it been thrown out??" Beth said calmly "Yes." She had thrown that out too - just to spite Sofie, probably because she had stuck up for me earlier.
Before I left, I called the police, because I wanted someone there while I got my stuff together and because I couldn't trust being alone with this deranged individual. The police arrived (when I'd already left and was outside looking for the remains of my laptop) and took a statement.
Next news, I am being told by Beth in a text message that she's pressing charges (err yeah - after you destroyed my stuff and assaulted me??) - I told her she can't, because the police found my laptop (which they did) and had logged the incident.
Foolishly, I sent her a nice e-mail on Monday to say she needs help and that I'd be there for her as a friend in the future if she needs it, but only if being treated by a health professional. My reward? She forwarded it to the police and has tried to raise a case of harassment against me. This is how their minds work. They are totally beyond any help or redemption - and you thinking that they deserve some sympathy for their illness does you no good, because they use it against you, and they KNOW what they are doing is wrong.
The sheer number of stories I can relate to over the last year is amazing... how easy she flies off the handle, abuses, manipulates--the mind games. None of that really worked against me, however, because I have a very solid ego and grew up living through far worse experiences. And maybe that's why she decided to pursue this little drama... because she had to end it somehow. Like they all do. They fear abandonment, but do everything to make it happen. They only care that, in the end, they were "right".
I advise anyone with a BPD to get out of there. Do not become romantically involved . Even as a friend I'd say keep a distance. The only exception to this is if they are seeing a mental health worker and actively TRYING TO GET HELP (unlikely). Otherwise, they will lie, cheat, abuse, demean, and emotionally destroy you. A large part of that is due to jealousy, because they see empathy and love and emotional stability in you that they don't have. They likewise gossip about others in stable relationships behind their back. They don't see people being nice to them as a good thing - they see it as something to tear down. They need to tear happy people down to make their own rotten lives feel better, because that's easier than putting the effort in to grow emotionally. It's like a fat person constantly making excuses for why they're fat - it's never the food, or their own lack of exercise, or lack of restraint.
I'll keep you updated on what happens next. The police have told me they fully understand what's happened and that I'm not to blame, but if I make any further contact with her, I'll be arrested. Rest assured... I won't be making any contact (though I did note to him that she may maliciously make something up). I'm back to work On Thurs. So, tomorrow, I'll also notify my manager, because it strikes me that this girl isn't going to go away until her lust for revenge is satisfied - and she's capable of anything. She may try to get me fired, for example. So, I'll need to be proactive.
The very idea she feels hard done by after all she's put me through is laughable - but BPD is all about victimhood. All about anger and hate. All about everyone else being wrong.