Shortly after the love of my life broke up with me, I met a cute boy. We hit it off very well. I’m talking about texting 24/7, seeing each other almost daily, getting presents for each other, etc.  
  
He quickly became my FP. He partially filled the void and I was optimistic about our future. Things started going south when he found out about my diagnoses and when I started having panic attacks when we were intimate.  
  
However, he was kind and sweet and even took it upon himself to learn more about dating a person with BPD, Bipolar II, and chronic anxiety.  
  
I thought all was well…well I was wrong. He started cancelling dates and began texting me less frequently. We went from texting 24/7 to only exchanging a few texts throughout the day, with hours in between responses.  
  
Naturally, I started to split. I brought it up to him and asked if everything was alright. He said he needed his own space and that we didn’t have to talk and hang out all the time.  
  
As soon as he said that, I felt crushed by the abandonment. My ex truly abandoned me and now this guy is doing the same.  
  
We still talk sparsely throughout the day. Our plans to hang out are being “played by ear,” but they’re likely not gonna happen. I’m crippled by the anxiety and the desolation.  
  
I guess I should’ve known better.