He was the one person who tried to help with my BPD. I made his life hell for 2 months. 

The intimacy was great at the beginning. And he would make food for me. And we would go on late-night adventures. And he would sit with me when I was sad or suicidal. God, it hurts so much to think that I lost that.

I became so so demanding. I became critical of everything about him. I became so so so jealous. And I pushed him far away. He told me I emotionally abused him.

He still texts me now as a friend. He's already moved on after dumping me. I am still completely and utterly broken.

Please someone PLEASE help me get through this. I can't forgive myself. PLEASE help me.