Always grey rock. Even when things are going well.
Vent session.
Against my better judgement, I went and told my pwBPD my concerns and what was worrying me. Things have been going well for the last two or so weeks and this was a conversation about our child and a possible situation that could make it even more difficult in regards to seeing my child. I should have never let my guard down in any situation and I should have stuck to my guns and just keep conversations minimal. She took me voicing my concerns as an attack against her. Long story short, I'm having anxiety about how the rest of my August is going to play out. Mainly because the person who gets hurt the most is my child. My pwBPD doesn't see it that way and I have no one to vent too or have any support at the moment. Just trying not to break down when I have all these things on my plate.
Any words of encouragement, or someone to speak too would be greatly appreciated.
P.S. I'm dying on the inside and I need to cry. My anxiety is eating me alive. Keeping it together so my child doesn't see any of this.