Living with a girl named Borderline Personality Disorder: A Short Tale of My Relationship
You don't believe in me, never have. And, you always leave. Before I ever met you, I made a commitment in my heart and to God, about being honest and faithful and living with integrity. I carved out space for myself to be able to accept what The Lord was about to put in front of me. I envisioned what I wanted, put my goals into focus, then you came along and other things started to fall right into place. There were lots of red flags, mind you, but it was just some dates. There were no big commitments to make, so I went with it. Our first year was awesome. You were loud and rude and aggressive, but those things I overlooked. Yes you had two kids from two different men, with odd entanglements and you were only 33 at the time. Still, okay, not ideal but, again, it was just hanging out, no big commitments. Then the world shut down. You were on me like a hound. Never wanting to let me spend time alone or a part. Showing up outside of my place, unannounced at times. Okay, you were kind