You’ve been a part of me for too many years. Although I consider myself in “recovery” from my borderline personality disorder, as I do from anorexia, I’ve never actually felt ready to cut the ropes and say we’re finished.
I know the moment I say goodbye, things won’t change in my body, or in the environment. There won’t be a sprinkle of glitter from the sky, no one else will know what relationship I’ve just ended. Nothing dramatic will prove that in this moment, I’ve abandoned you on the side of the road and drove off.
The change will be our relationship. You’re not welcome in my life, in my thoughts, or having any control of my being anymore. Our communication will not consist of back and forth conversations. They will become silent. This will frustrate you, and that’s something I’ll not let wriggle into my thoughts. You will not guilt trip me into believing your lies, nor your own beliefs of me.
We won’t have regular contact like the last 6 years. Instead, you’re banned from entering my head.
You’ve put me in dangerous situations, which could’ve killed me. But I defeated all the odds.
Besides all the negatives amd knowing I wouldn’t choose any of them again, not even with your help, you’ve made me the strongest I’ve been, mentally. I wouldn’t change my past because that would change who I’ve become.
I’m not going to be known for having borderline personality disorder.
Rather, I’ll be known for recovering from it.
I wouldn’t have the life I have in this moment, without your existence.
This is the last I’ll mention your name. Stay away from me. We’re done.
Rhiannon