I’m trauma bonded. I can’t leave
My (26F) husband (27M) is diagnosed with BPD. Things have gotten out of hand. We met/started dating in July 2022 and got married in February 2023. I’ve done everything to make him comfortable, all the way from wearing long pjs and no makeup/unbrushed hair every day and looking at the ground in public to letting him look through my phone every day as if it was basically his phone. if I wear makeup or a relatively nice outfit, I’m doing it for someone else. I’ve cut off all my friends and family, it’s just me and him. He has friends of his own, and often says “my friends are your friends,” but then often says “men and women can’t be friends,” so I don’t talk to them on my own, it’d be too weird. He gets disability and can support us both without jobs, but that also means we’re together 24/7. I hate to seem so ungrateful because he buys EVERYTHING for me since I have no income of my own. $0 to my name. He gets the income and controls the finances. He’s not comfortable with me having a job. He just got us an apartment in December.
I’ve just become so okay with the power dynamic. Things change so quickly. He calls me names, and I’ll list some here: “stupid bitch,” “dumb whore,” “fat ugly cow” (I have an eating disorder, so he knows this gets under my skin), good for/good at nothing,” “mistake,” “brain dead imbecile,” “worst wife in the world,” “worst thing to ever happen to me/my biggest regret,” “I wish you’d just stop breathing,” “the most annoying person,” “you’re just like your fat ugly lonely mother,” “you dont do anything for me,” “I hate you,” “disgusting trash,” “dog,” and the list goes on and on. His happiness relies solely on me. Another example, he has real trouble sleeping, so on the nights he can’t sleep, he’ll wake me up to get him to stay up with him/scratch him/calm him down until he can fall asleep. Sometimes this lasts until 7am. Of course I’m going to nod off. But he sees that as me not caring, or even a betrayal.
I also love love love music and had a ton of Spotify playlists, but one day he got angry and made me cancel my Spotify subscription and then he deleted all my playlists I had from before I met him. Recently we got into an argument and I put my nice JBL over-ear headphones on to escape, but then he pulled them off and broke them into pieces. He’ll rip up our photos or other irreplaceable things like our wedding guestbook—completely torn up in a fit of rage in January. There’s also just so many accusations. I had some gift cash in my purse that I don’t remember who gave it to me, and when he saw it, he accused me of being a prostitute. He has said “you’ll never be Scarlett Johansson,” or “you’ll never ever be [insert any real person or fictional character here]” and as punishment before, he spent $60 on Stellar Blade and used her skimpiest outfits because he knew it‘d hurt me, although his excuse was that “it’s not punishment, I’m doing this for me.” This has happened multiple times — he’ll get suspicious of me, then ask me to take all my clothes off and spin around so he can inspect my body and underwear. It’s basically up to him when I shower. It’ll be well over a week sometimes.
Talking about this to ANYONE in any way is “airing our dirty laundry” so my lips are sealed. I’ve just put up with this sort of stuff for far too long, so when I bring up boundaries of any kind, it turns into an argument. I can only take so many more insults. I can only take so much more bottling it up or just sucking it up. I can’t talk to anyone about any of this stuff. This is risky itself, but fuck it. Most of the input is to just leave, and it looks more and more alluring every fight, but I’d have to go to a shelter since I’m not on speaking terms with my family anymore. I can’t say I’ve had enough, because then he’ll say “or what?” Because he knows I most likely won’t leave, I’ve begged him to stay with me in the past. I’m so scared that I’m losing love…I'm more focused on living for him and keeping him happy, but to him I don’t do anything, so it’s just all for nothing in the grand scheme of things. I’m scared I’ve lost myself. I know this is rambling, just a mess. A reflection of me, perhaps…