I messed up my whole life completely. Its ruined. The story is I've always had problems with men giving me attention and me falling for them or idealising them. I had 3 affairs after my marriage chasing validation and closeness and connection. My husband forgave me unconditionally so I kept myself away from temptation for 10 years of my marriage and I had a good job, was happy with my family, lived really well for 10 years. I didn't have a clue I had bpd because my husband was extremely stable and loved me unconditionally.
Then one fated day, his nephew who had been absent from our lives for quite a while came back. I knew him as a child..he literally grew up with me. But this person was different. I started liking our conversations but didn't admit it to myself. Then we had weed together. It lowered my boundaries and we connected at a different level than I had connected to anyone else before. Long story short we had an affair. My teenage self emerged and I fell in love hard despite the fact he was half my age. At times I emerged from that emotional abyss to wonder what I was doing, but then got dysregulated again and went back in. It felt like a love story not an affair and unfortunately it didn't even enter my mind that I was doing something so wrong and evil.
Turns out he had bpd as well. We got into the bpd favourite person relationship and it was hell..the highs and lows were unbearable.
I was also supposed to be migrating along with my family to Australia. 1 month before we could go, the nephew and I had a fallout. We argued like children (which in a way we both were, because it was largely our child selves interacting with each other) and by mistake I told him about the time I had an affair 10 years ago. He lost it. Thought I had deliberately led him on and used him. Told my husband and in a very brutal way that was traumatic for us all. He basically spilt on me.
Since I was very attached to him I tried to comfort him even then..told ny husband I loved him...made my husband feel terrible...yes I did that.
But then the nephew goes a step further and tells my son and parents. In the most crude language...that he'd fucked me. He was extremely split.
We lived in the same house, so for the next 3 weeks we hardly left the house, we were like prisoners because he kept walking around and threatening us.
After that we moved to Australia. In the process I started having identity issues and abandonment fears and severe dissociation. Slowly became apparent that I had BPD.
But since I still kept in touch with him, begging him to change his mind about me, the attachment stayed. I read about the bpd favourite person relationship but still couldn't tear myself away from his validation because by then I was dependent on him.
During our conversations he mentioned needing another relationship, wanting love, and my abandonment fears were triggered. I left Australia to to India in a desperate attempt to avoid abandonment. But when I reached all hell had broken loose. My family came to know, my in-laws too. Also the way I was relating to him was so weird. The teenage self had disappeared and the adult self was aloof. I went back to my parents house and stayed there for a month in the highest state of anxiety. Pleaded with my husband to let me go back to Australia. He said he'd give me one last chance.
I went back but made one big mistake. I started getting scared at the thought of living in Australia and reached out to the nephew for comfort and validation. Told him I wanted to be with him. Went to Australia and throughout the next month stayed in touch with him constantly. Was emotionally dependant to the point that I used to have panic attacks if I couldn't be in touch.
We decided to live together. It was delusional to say the least. We didn't tell family, didn't tell a soul, he's half my age..just 20 while I'm 40. But we lived together for a week which was surreal because it became clear to me that he was still a kid and I couldn't really have a life with him.
Went back to my parents and stayed there for 5 months but still kept the attachment going. Finally the infatuation faded, mostly because he couldn't be the secure anchor I was so craving and that my husband had been for my whole life.
Begged my husband to let me come to Australia again. Determined never to speak to the nephew again and break the terrible attachment once and for all. Managed to do it through a super human effort but the damage was already done, to my family and marriage.
So right now, I have lost my reputation, respect of my family, my job since migrating, my home in India I can never go back to, my mental health since I found out I had BPD, I have identity issues that still linger and now I'm actively suicidal for having destroyed my family and husband's life because of this stupid terrible decision I made....all for a little attention....I ruined and destroyed a family.
Then one fated day, his nephew who had been absent from our lives for quite a while came back. I knew him as a child..he literally grew up with me. But this person was different. I started liking our conversations but didn't admit it to myself. Then we had weed together. It lowered my boundaries and we connected at a different level than I had connected to anyone else before. Long story short we had an affair. My teenage self emerged and I fell in love hard despite the fact he was half my age. At times I emerged from that emotional abyss to wonder what I was doing, but then got dysregulated again and went back in. It felt like a love story not an affair and unfortunately it didn't even enter my mind that I was doing something so wrong and evil.
Turns out he had bpd as well. We got into the bpd favourite person relationship and it was hell..the highs and lows were unbearable.
I was also supposed to be migrating along with my family to Australia. 1 month before we could go, the nephew and I had a fallout. We argued like children (which in a way we both were, because it was largely our child selves interacting with each other) and by mistake I told him about the time I had an affair 10 years ago. He lost it. Thought I had deliberately led him on and used him. Told my husband and in a very brutal way that was traumatic for us all. He basically spilt on me.
Since I was very attached to him I tried to comfort him even then..told ny husband I loved him...made my husband feel terrible...yes I did that.
But then the nephew goes a step further and tells my son and parents. In the most crude language...that he'd fucked me. He was extremely split.
We lived in the same house, so for the next 3 weeks we hardly left the house, we were like prisoners because he kept walking around and threatening us.
After that we moved to Australia. In the process I started having identity issues and abandonment fears and severe dissociation. Slowly became apparent that I had BPD.
But since I still kept in touch with him, begging him to change his mind about me, the attachment stayed. I read about the bpd favourite person relationship but still couldn't tear myself away from his validation because by then I was dependent on him.
During our conversations he mentioned needing another relationship, wanting love, and my abandonment fears were triggered. I left Australia to to India in a desperate attempt to avoid abandonment. But when I reached all hell had broken loose. My family came to know, my in-laws too. Also the way I was relating to him was so weird. The teenage self had disappeared and the adult self was aloof. I went back to my parents house and stayed there for a month in the highest state of anxiety. Pleaded with my husband to let me go back to Australia. He said he'd give me one last chance.
I went back but made one big mistake. I started getting scared at the thought of living in Australia and reached out to the nephew for comfort and validation. Told him I wanted to be with him. Went to Australia and throughout the next month stayed in touch with him constantly. Was emotionally dependant to the point that I used to have panic attacks if I couldn't be in touch.
We decided to live together. It was delusional to say the least. We didn't tell family, didn't tell a soul, he's half my age..just 20 while I'm 40. But we lived together for a week which was surreal because it became clear to me that he was still a kid and I couldn't really have a life with him.
Went back to my parents and stayed there for 5 months but still kept the attachment going. Finally the infatuation faded, mostly because he couldn't be the secure anchor I was so craving and that my husband had been for my whole life.
Begged my husband to let me come to Australia again. Determined never to speak to the nephew again and break the terrible attachment once and for all. Managed to do it through a super human effort but the damage was already done, to my family and marriage.
So right now, I have lost my reputation, respect of my family, my job since migrating, my home in India I can never go back to, my mental health since I found out I had BPD, I have identity issues that still linger and now I'm actively suicidal for having destroyed my family and husband's life because of this stupid terrible decision I made....all for a little attention....I ruined and destroyed a family.
