I have had the absolute worst week. 

It started when my therapist fired me, and culminated in my coming home last night to discover my wife and partner of a decade had moved all of her things out of the apartment behind my back.

I'm heartbroken, furious, betrayed, beyond fucked up. My wife was my only family. She KNEW that someone had abandoned me in this way before and just how much that trauma nearly broke me as a human being. And then...she went out and re-enacted my greatest trauma.


I feel so lost, alone and scared, and I could really use some support. 

BPD fam, can you be my family? Can you be here for me? Can you love me for me?

How can you go on when the abandonment keeps happening over and over despite your best efforts?