How can someone be so unaware of themselves? Oh yeah, because they are mentally ill.

Dude’s almost 50.

This is the guy who took photos of my empty driveway at 2am and accused me of cheating when I was catsitting for a friend. He also secretly recorded our first argument in MY HOUSE. We were close friends for 2.5 years. Dated for less than 2 months.

PTSD does not justify intimidation tactics, stalking, explosive rage, manipulation, sexual coercion, etc. etc.

I found out later he’s had 2 restraining orders put on him in the last 12 years and an accusation of strangulation that was dismissed in court (he says it’s because LE lied under oath). Sure, buddy.

Get out and stay out 💜

In the spirit of transparency, I will say that she didn’t just fall asleep that night leaving me hanging. We called and talked about it.

The crazy thing is, I completely forgot about this until finding it in old messages. These relationships make you sacrifice and endure so much over and over that it just becomes a blurred cycle.

I could not even fathom if the tables were turned, and I had threatened a break up out of nowhere while she was actively with family dealing with a death, and then tried to smooth things over the next morning by sending a nude photo of myself… I would be so disgusted with myself. Not as much with her though. She’s just a girl right. And she was just scared and reacting from a place of trauma.

The writing is always on the wall. The longer you ignore it, the worse it will be. You cannot rationalize nonsense and will drive yourself mad trying to.

I’m not looking for people to tell me that I was right and she was wrong.

I’m also not looking for people to tell me that her BPD explains everything.

I want a reality check.

Because right now I feel like I’m looking at two completely different histories of the same three-year relationship.

I’m 26M. She’s 26F. She has been diagnosed with BPD for years. I have a diagnosis history of bipolar disorder and newly diagnosed with ADHD aswell, and the last couple of years have involved medication changes (even wrong doings by the doctor after removing all mood stabilizers and loading me full of SSRis to "Activate a manic phase" during a deep down phase part of the usual cycle), burnout, periods of depression, emotional shutdown, and increasingly poor functioning.

We were together for about three years, until the 24th of July.

We got engaged this year (and it was the promise i made to her since we started that if we continue in 2026 i will make the engagement ceremony)

How the relationship started

She had previously been in a physically abusive relationship (as reported by her).

When we got together, I was very serious about building something stable with her. Early in the relationship I told her that I intended to get engaged to her in 2026 when she said she wants something really serious and she's done with games and fuck-up relationships..

That became something she waited for.

For years, we talked about our future, marriage, family, etc...
I wasn't perfect during those three years. I could become withdrawn, depressed, emotionally unavailable, overwhelmed, or need space. But I genuinely believed that I was loving her and trying to build a life with her.

And during the period of the relationship, she explicitly told me that I was doing exactly that.

She told me things like:

• I made her feel safe.
• I was healing parts of her childhood.
• I treated her like a princess.
• I was the person she wanted.
• She felt protected with me.
• She loved me deeply.
• I was one of the best things that happened to her.
• I MADE HER FEEL THE SAFETY HER FATHER FAILED TO DO

and i realized that when i got back to our 3 years of history and conversations, she never missed a chance to say that she loves me and/or i make her feel safe, especially after our dates, or intimate times when we spend the day together

They were often extremely affectionate, intimate and emotionally deep.

And she would come out of them telling me how much she loved me and how safe and happy she felt.

March 15, 2026 — our engagement

She had previously been in a physically abusive relationship, so I knew commitment and security carried a lot of emotional significance for her.

This was huge for both of us.

Especially because I had told her from the beginning I wanted to marry/engage her, and I actually followed through.

For a while afterward, she became even more affectionate and expressive, that's what i deduced from the social media messages

There were many messages where she told me how grateful she was, how much she loved me, how much my efforts meant to her, etc.

Looking back now, this period is extremely confusing because today she describes the relationship as having been essentially miserable for a long time.

Both families were involved.

I gave her the ring.

I kept the promise I'd made years earlier.

And after the engagement, there was a period where our affection was actually stronger than before.

Not necessarily more frequent — life was already exhausting — but more intense.

This is also when I have a lot of messages from her expressing gratitude, safety, affection and happiness.

Things like:

"You make me feel safe."

"I'm grateful for you."

"You're my blessing."

"I'm grateful for the efforts you make."

"I'm grateful to have you."

That is one of the contradictions I'm trying to understand.

My mental health deteriorated badly

Around March 2024, I had started changing psychiatric treatments, and over time my mental health progressively deteriorated.

March 2024 → 2026 — my decline

My mental-health deterioration didn't start in July. It had been building.

Around March 2024, I changed psychiatric treatment.

I initially didn't understand how much the change was affecting me.

Over time my functioning became progressively worse.

I had periods of depression, insomnia, racing thoughts, emotional flooding, anxiety, burnout, withdrawal and poor emotional availability.

At different times I was on/off different psychiatric medications, with changing doctors and treatment approaches.

about the changes in doctors ( she persuaded me into it since i knew her, and i accepted in early 2025) and eventually a treatment situation that, in hindsight, was not working well for me since the new doctor applied a really weird protocol or used me as a lab rat and tested stuff on me (Imagine wanting to trigger a manic phase in a bipolar by removing his mood stabilizers and loading him full of a combo of SSRIs..)

By early 2026 I was in a much more fragile place.

I started taking methylphenidate/Ritalin for ADHD, while there were also complications around my bipolarity since the new doctor she took me to fucked up on bipolarity..

Eventually things deteriorated enough that I had a serious burnout period and stopped working for around two months in April/May.

By 2026, things were becoming significantly worse.

I was dealing with ADHD, bipolar symptoms, severe exhaustion, depression, insomnia, racing thoughts, emotional flooding and burnout.

I took approximately two months away from work around April/May because I was completely overwhelmed.

The engagement happened on March 15.

I went out of work on April 1st, unpaid mental health leave due to severe burnout (not only from work but an emotionally intense burnout, the doctor called it a depressivo-emotional syndrome)

Eventually I had to return to work in June because I have bills and responsibilities.

So I was trying to function professionally while also dealing with a rapidly deteriorating personal situation.

And this is important:

I am not saying “I had mental-health problems, therefore I wasn't responsible.”

I am saying that my capacity to function as a partner was deteriorating, and I didn't fully understand how badly it was affecting her.

and during all that she kept the narrative of

I AM WITH YOU

Proud of the efforts

it will be alright

we will get there

you will get better

you can do it and i am by your side

at many times I needed several days of space because I was emotionally flooded, not able to contact or communicate and sometimes even leaving social media for days (and always informing her before and keeping her up^dated on why/how, she always asks "but you are not breaking up with me right ?" and i always reassured her that it was purely personal struggles and i am taking the breaks so i can keep delivering to her and work on getting better for us..

There was couple of periods where I took several days away from communication because I genuinely had nothing left emotionally.

From my perspective, I was trying to stop myself from exploding.

From her perspective, apparently, it was abandonment and emotional punishment.

That difference is probably one of the biggest things I failed to understand during the final breakup call..

Meanwhile, there were massive family problems

There were serious family conflicts that I had been carrying for years, and during my burnout leave one of those situations exploded.

we got out of the problem; got back to work on June, and eventually.. another major family conflict happened around July 22.

That was basically the sequel to an already enormous family crisis that started in May (she has all the updates..)

At that point I felt like my entire life was collapsing at once: I felt like I was approaching an explosion. an ATOMIC EXPLOSION..

And because of my own history, I became terrified that She was going to be standing next to me when it happened.

This is where I made the decision that ended everything

On July 24, I broke up with her.

The strange thing is that I didn't do it because I stopped loving her.

I did it because I thought I was protecting her.

I genuinely believed:

“I am becoming an atomic bomb. She is standing next to me. If I love her, I need to get her away from me before I destroy her life.”

I even explicitly told her that I didn't want her to end up at 50 years old living the life my mother had lived.

I told her she deserved better.

I told her to leave.

I essentially told her:

“You have the pass to go.”

At the time, I believed I was doing something noble.

Looking back, I can see how incredibly destructive that decision was.

I made the decision for both of us.

Instead of saying:

“I'm in crisis and I need help. Can we temporarily change how we do this?” -- Knowing at the time i didn't see a way out of the darkness i was in, and i was feeling that i am turning into that person that will be on the news in few days, under many possible headlines, but i didn't know which, the main thing is, i didn't see that the next few days will end well--

I said:

“This relationship is going to destroy you, so I'm ending it.”

That was my choice. And I own it.

So this wasn't: "July 24 I woke up depressed and randomly broke up with her."

July 22, 2026 — the second major family explosion

This is the point where everything collapsed.

There had already been a major family crisis earlier in the year during my burnout.

July 22 was effectively a sequel. Another major family conflict happened, ended with me cutting off all the family members for final and for good, and even FOR MY OWN GOOD.

It was the kind of situation that triggered years of accumulated family trauma all at once.

The breakup itself was explosive

She came to my house with my best friend.

Things escalated emotionally.

Afterward she told me things I'd never heard expressed that way before.

• She said I had made the last three years hell.
• She said she had been emotionally suffering for a long time.
• She said she had been grieving me while still with me.
• She said I wasn't emotionally available enough.
• going even to me personally being Not enough as a person
• She said she had repeatedly tried to communicate these things and felt that whenever she did, I became defensive or aggressive.

Before July: the relationship itself

This wasn't a relationship where we were constantly fighting.

There were genuinely beautiful parts.

She repeatedly told me I made her feel safe.

She said I was healing parts of her childhood.

She said I gave her the care she had never received.

She told me I treated her like a princess.

She called me her blessing.

She repeatedly told me she was grateful for me and for the effort I made.

She told me I was one of the best things that happened to her.

We had a pattern that, in hindsight, may be extremely important:

Sometimes we'd go several weeks without seeing each other because of work, burnout, depression, family issues, etc.

Then we'd have a full-day date.

Those dates could be incredibly intense — affection, intimacy, deep conversations, laughing, physical closeness, talking about our future, etc.

And after those dates, she'd often be extremely affectionate and reassuring.

From my perspective, that meant: "Yes, I'm struggling and I'm not always available, but when we're together, our relationship is still deeply loving and meaningful."

She clearly experienced those moments as real too, I have many old messages where she said exactly that. That becomes important later in the story..

June–July — the relationship is still going, but I am increasingly withdrawn

This is where I now have to acknowledge Her side.

She told me during the breakup that she had been trying to tell me for a long time that my emotional unavailability hurt her.

She said there were recurring periods where I would withdraw or become emotionally unavailable.

She said she sometimes stopped talking about things because she felt that when she spoke, I became defensive and the conversation ended badly for her.

She said there were periods where she was deeply depressed.

She said her hair was falling out.

She said she had even called my mother crying at times, asking her to intervene.

She also remembered a period where I took several days of communication off because I was emotionally flooded.

I remember those things differently in some cases.

For example, when I stopped communicating for a few days, my internal reality was:

"I have absolutely nothing left. If I keep interacting while this flooded, I'm going to make everything worse."

Her internal reality may have been:

"The person I love is abandoning me again."

I now understand that both the action and the impact matter, even if the intention wasn't malicious.

by June I was:

• mentally deteriorated;
• exhausted;
• trying to work again;
• trying to maintain the relationship;
• dealing with family problems;
• trying to figure out medication;
• trying to function normally.

And I was not functioning normally.

July 23–24 — the protective logic that caused the breakup

The closer I got to the breaking point, the more convinced I became that She needed to be protected from me.

This is where my thinking became very distorted.

I had spent years terrified of becoming my father.

My father and mother have had a deeply dysfunctional relationship, and I grew up watching cycles I swore I would never reproduce.

started thinking:

"If she stays with me, she's going to end up like my mother."

"I am becoming unstable."

"She's attached to me."

"She's standing next to the bomb."

"If I really love her, I need to push her out before I explode."

So I decided to end the relationship.

July 24, 2026 — THE BREAKUP

This is the day that started the entire chain reaction.

i sent her a reel essentially saying: "I wish I was better for you. I'm sorry."

she replied :

"But we stay and fix things right?"

That message is burned into my brain now.

Because instead of hearing:

"Please stay and work through this with me."

my brain heard:

"This is the point where I have to let her go."

I replied:

"You have the pass to go."

Then I told her she deserved better.

I told her she deserved happiness.

I told her that staying with me would eventually destroy her life.

I told her I didn't want her to reach 50 years old and end up living like my mother.

I told her: "You shouldn't tie yourself to a bomb waiting to explode."

From my perspective: "I'm protecting her."

From her perspective (probably, personal interpretation):"You are abandoning me and making the decision for both of us."

That difference is probably foundational to everything that followed.

she comes to my house with my best friend

The emotional situation became extremely intense, and i threw both out the house

I don't remember every detail in perfect sequence because I was already overwhelmed, but the relationship effectively ended that day.

Later that night I sent her a long message explaining that:

• she was one of the best things that happened in my life;
• I was sorry for dragging her into my problems;
• I believed I was protecting her;
• I didn't want her to live tied to my instability;
• I wanted her to find the happiness I couldn't give her.

She sent me audio messages.

• She said she hadn't done me wrong.
• She said she had given me everything.
• She said I didn't understand what love meant.

"You pushed me to my breaking point." "YOU ALONE DECIDED TO DO THIS.""You made me go through hell thousands of times."

She said my mind was fucking me up because I had convinced myself I'd never get out.

Then continued with :

"You pushed me to my breaking point."

"YOU ALONE DECIDED TO DO THIS."

"You made me go through hell thousands of times."

She said she had been ready to help but my mind was fucking me up because I had convinced myself I'd never get out.

Then:

"YOU LOVE DRAMA."

This one particularly shocked me because she knows I hate drama and my entire life has involved trying to get away from it.

I apologized.

She said: "If between you and heaven is my forgiveness, you wouldn't get it."

Then she asked me to remove our photos.

She said:

"You failed me."

She then told me she hated me.

Repeatedly. over many messages consecutively..

She immediately shifted into concern for my safety.

She told me:

"Suicide is not even a solution."

i stopped replying and got into a full breakdown mode..

She asked:

"You here??????"

She proceeded after by sending me a video of us together, affectionate and kissing, in one of our best memories together..

We had a call.

She calmed me down.

She made me promise not to kill myself (which at the time i already had the cord attached and ready, it was the only way out -or hurting badly who hurt me (family) and end up in prison... i really was in a really bad place..

Then she told me:

Then she told me:

"You're still the most important person for me."

"I still care."

"I'm still here."

And then she said something extremely important:

"I know fully understand the whole picture, They failed you."

She was referring to my family and what she had seen me go through.

Eventually I told her:

"You don't understand shit."

because her msgs really show she doesn't understand, and if i am not understanding myself, how can you understand me ? it's not even about them failing me.. it's a me taht lived with them VS the me i want to be.. and someone who "understands me" wouldn't say repeatedly they hate me under anger, and wouldn't say exactly what i don't do and what triggers me such as loving drama etc..

I was still so mentally overwhelmed that I couldn't tolerate someone trying to explain me to me.

at the end, We agreed that we will leave the door open to a talk in the future, maybe 2 or 3 weeks from that moment..

Then I blocked her.

That started a blocking/unblocking cycle on her end, i only had blocked her from one account, she blocked me everywhere else, kept unblocking checking my stories daily (and i saw it but didn't mention it or reach out).

and i left room of maybe we can talk a while later, upon her request of taking 1 or 2 weeks..

July 22–29 the family part explodes too

The breakup didn't happen in isolation.

There were conversations involving my mother and other family members.

On July 25, there was a meeting in a café with my mother where a lot of things I'd been carrying finally came out.

I was extremely emotionally flooded.

There were accusations, pain, family history, things that had been suppressed for years.

I left.

Then came more fallout.

July 27 was one of my biggest crisis days.

I had a serious psychological deterioration and ended up going to emergency psychiatric/medical care.

There were emergency-room visits.

And then there was another extremely painful confrontation involving my mother.

This is relevant because the relationship breakup and family collapse were happening simultaneously.

I wasn't simply: "heartbroken boyfriend."

I was in a broader psychological collapse that included the entire family system I'd grown up in, literally the entire reality..

i was basically the Joker-type of crazy during these days.

The relationship became part of a larger psychological explosion.

The Mixed Signals and "You Can Be Fixed" Messages

During the three weeks between the breakup and our final call, she engaged in a cycle of blocking and unblocking me to check my stories (which stopped around August 7). But more importantly, she sent several messages making sure the door wasn't entirely shut. She sent messages explicitly saying:

• "I am still here."
• "I still see the good in you."
• "You can be healed."
• "You can be fixed." She even sent a video of us at a bar enjoying our time, kissing, and full of love, followed by a message saying: "You are worthy and you are loved and I am still here and we can fix things." She also told me she wished God would take my pain and give it to her so I could be relieved, and mentioned that regarding this breakup, "we don't know what life holds for us." These written messages completely contradicted the narrative she later presented that she had "wanted to leave for months" and was "healing from me."

July 31 — She reached out again

On Friday night, she contacted me from an alternative Instagram account.

This conversation was completely different from the July 24 explosion.

She told me she reached out because she promised me to take care of herself and wanted to give me updates in the form of "her closure"

• She said she had been thriving.
• She had found a new client.
• She was about to participate in an onboarding as a consultant in her field.
• She told me she hoped I got whatever I wanted because I was still a good person.

I responded warmly.

I congratulated her.

I told her I was proud.

I told her I believed in her.

and it was genuine happiness for her, i had tears of joy in my eyes, like seeing your kid going big and doing it and achieving their dreams.. I Really really love her..

She told me:

"You deserve happiness."

I responded:

"We don't rise to the level of our goals, we fall to the level of our systems. Learned it the hard way."

Then she said:

"I'll always see you that way."

She wished me the best.

At one point I said that if God asked me for one final wish, it would be for her to have everything she deserves.

She said:

"Me too."

"And it hurts."

She asked:

"You still love me?"

I answered:

"Always."

She sent a picture of herself.

She called herself a tired duck — an old nickname between us - saying "last picture of the tired duck"

She continued :

Would've loved to have you by my side.

I pray to God this is the right choice.

I told her that maybe this was for the better and that I hoped one day she'd understand my POV and my last act of protecting her.

Then she said goodbye and blocked me again.

This conversation is one of the things that makes the entire situation so difficult for me to categorize as a simple, clean breakup...

August 1–4 — I start trying to rebuild myself

After that, I created a kind of internal "alter ego."

Not literally a different person.

More like a survival mode: The version of Me who is going to rebuild everything

I started posting things about:

• comeback;
• discipline;
• healing;
• becoming successful;
• breaking family patterns;
• accountability;
• scars;
• starting over;
• becoming the hero of your own life;
• apologizing to yourself;
• leaving the old identity behind.

I was also listening obsessively to a new Cairokee album because a lot of its lyrics felt eerily close to my situation, sometimes even speaking specificly about specific events that don't occur to everybody, yet happened to me.. i related to their lyrics a lot.

Icried sometimes while listening, I wasn't pretending I was fine, I was trying to survive the emotional storm while moving.

On August 4, I went back to a psychiatrist who had treated me previously and whom I trusted.

He believed my recent deterioration fit a mixed episode of bipolarity due to the meds and situation the other doctor put me in as a whole, with additions external from the family environment.

He restarted a more aggressive stabilizing treatment protocol as a fast saving approach.

That was a major turning point.

August 5 onward — treatment starts stabilizing me

I started following the new treatment plan, I was sleeping more deeply, My anxiety and anger became more manageable, The dark thoughts became less overwhelming, I started feeling more stable.

I also started spending more time outside the house, I went to cafés instead of isolation at home,I started talking to political/community groups that i was active in again,I reconnected with parts of myself that had disappeared for a while..I started planning projects, I started thinking about work again, I started rebuilding the basic architecture of my life, AND Working on the Alter Ego, the new one that sill cut off with the wrongs of the past, with a focus on buildingthe present to have a better future, the one i see myself in.

And importantly, the more stable I became, the more I started looking backward and realizing:

"Wait. What actually happened in my relationship?"

August 10–14 grief begins becoming more obvious

By this point I was functioning better, my manager reached out and i accepted a meeting from her asking me to come back to work, so i put that on the table as something the alter ego can have from the past self, after all, i am not becoming a whole something new from scratch, some parts of the past should still go with me in the new chapter. They gave me special treatment, even considered the period i was absent in Paid, and put offers on the table.

August 10 was particularly brutal because it was supposed to be the first day of the vacation Her and I had planned together for this year, supposedly first vacations together as an engaged couple..

I started missing her much more intensely, And I realized that my emotional processing of July had barely happened.

It felt like July 23–August 14 had passed in a few hours, I hadn't actually processed the relationship.

I had survived it.

August 15–16 — I reach back out

I wanted to talk to her.

Not necessarily to convince her to come back, I wanted to hear her voice, not through an old audio she sent, her live voice..

Maybe talk, Maybe listen to music, Maybe just sit in silence.

I contacted her through the only account where I believed I wasn't blocked (Linkedin).

I explicitly said: "This isn't an emergency. I'm safe."

I asked whether there was any possibility of talking, I told her the choice was hers.

She didn't immediately answer, Eventually she did the day after..

And that eventually led to another major conversation.

August 17 — the big conversation

I told her:

"I fucked up." "I burned all the ships and the ground."

I explained why I pushed her away one more time (from my POV) and accepting that it might have had been badly handled by me..

I told her I wanted to rebuild what I had destroyed.

I offered:

• rebuilding from zero;
• a trial/reconstitution phase;
• friendship first;
• therapy;
• her boundaries;
• her rules;
• her deciding how fast/slow;
• or simply saying no.

She responded:

"We can talk because I need answers"

She also said

"The girlfriend that you knew is long gone."

and

"The girlfriend that you knew is long gone, No longer the nice Person that finds me 1000 excuses and passes everything."

but what was important for me is She wanted the call.

Before the call even happened, she told me:

"We're not getting back together."

"You destroyed everything good in me."

I apologized.

She said:

"I can heal on my own."

"I can't trust you anymore."

"I no longer want to be with you."

I accepted it.Then we talked...

What she told me during the August 17 call

This is where I finally heard her version of the last three years : the relationship had been hell for her.

She described a cycle:

me withdrawing / being emotionally unavailable → her suffering → reconciliation/date/affection → things become amazing again → eventually I withdraw again.

What she told me during the August 17 call

The call actually happened in three distinct stages:

Stage 1 : She started the call with intense anger. She didn't just speak from emotional pain; she deliberately said things she knew would specifically hurt me, weaponizing things I had confided in her against the "male mind" just to cause pain. Because I gave her the green light to say whatever she needed, I didn't defend myself. I just accepted it and apologized, which seemed to disarm her.

She told me during our breakup conversations that she had been considering leaving for months, that she felt she had been suffering for years, and that she couldn't speak up.

She even said that if she could change things, she wouldn't have gone through with the engagement ceremony and would have had stopped it (WHILE MY MEMORY DURING THAT PERIOD, SHE WAS ASKING CONSISTENTLY "her are you sure you are not going to pull back and let me down right ? it's gonna happen on the 15th right ?" and i always deliver on promises..)

Stage 2: This is where she calmed down and told me her version of the last three years. She told me the relationship had been hell for her. She said I did things wrong "countless times" (though I only remember these specific issues happening a couple of times, and whenever I explained my mental health struggles then, she would say, "Ah okay, now I understand"). She said she had been considering leaving for months and didn't have the courage to do it. The Medication Revelation: During this stage, I told her the updates on my mental health. I explained that after my August 4th doctor visit, the new psychiatrist completely scrapped the disastrous SSRI/Ritalin combo that caused my collapse.

I told her I am now successfully back on the exact same stabilizing treatment protocol from pre-2024—the exact treatment I was on when she met me and fell in love. Hearing this caused a visible cognitive dissonance for her. It was a destabilizing piece of info because it proved my decline was a severe medical error, not a permanent character flaw. She was genuinely happy I was stabilizing, but it deeply complicated her narrative that I was permanently "unpredictable."

She said she was suffering much more than I knew and more than she spoke up, and that she actually chose silence over telling me about the things because "i was unpredictable", She said she had been depressed and on and off meds during the relationship (which is something i didn't know, for a long time she kept telling me she was stabilized and without meds, with just eventual anxieties and BPD symptoms appearing and just needing reassurance nothing more, that was practically the whole communication i found when i got back to the history of our chats etc..)..

She said she had stopped talking about problems because every time she tried to bring them up, she felt I became defensive.

She said she had called my mother crying asking her to highlight my problems to me (which my mother didn't do..) She said she had told herself she needed to leave for a long time.. She said she had been considering leaving for months and didn't have the courage to do it (WHY THEN LET ME GO THROUGH THE WHOLE ENGAGEMENT CEREMONY IF YOUR DECISION TO BREAKUP WAS WAY BEFORE... AND WHY THANK ME FOR THE CEREMONY AND Many others whys..)

That sentence, or the equivalent of it, is what shattered me.

Because it means I may have been interpreting the relationship completely incorrectly.

August 17 — the ending of the call

Stage 3 (The Grief & Mixed Signals):

Eventually, she cried heavily. We both admitted we still love each other. I asked her what we should do about exchanging our things, as she had previously asked that we give each other our gifts back.

However, During the call she completely avoided mentioning the engagement ring (which holds significant financial value). When I asked her if she threw it away, she simply said, "I haven't looked at it since."

She is actively avoiding the final, physical reality of returning the ring (i really don't want it back, but this is the standard in our culture, even if she offers to give it back, i might even say no thanks..).

As we were wrapping up, we wished each other good lives.

But then, she jokingly said, "You deserve slaps..." and "You deserve to be hit on the head by me with a hammer." In our relationship, this was always her specific way of expressing affection when she was frustrated with me.

Ending a devastating, final breakup call with this intimate banter is a massive mixed signal.

I asked if I could say "I love you" one last time, she gave me the right.

I said: "I deeply love you, I always will." She said: "I love you too... too much." I told her my door is always open to help her in life AS A FRIEND since she decided we cannot be back together, because she means a lot to me.

She replied that it is better for me to "shut the door and not leave room for hope" for her to come back.

But there is another side to this : The relationship wasn't simply "bad"

During the same period she was describing as "hell":

• she was telling me she was safe with me.
• She was thanking me.
• She was saying I was her blessing.
• She was saying I made her happy.
• She was telling me she wanted to stay.
• She was saying we should get through things together.
• She went through the engagement ceremony.
• She celebrated it.
• She wore the ring and sent me daily pictures of the ring with her outfit before leaving home
• She talked about our future.

And even after the breakup, she was still telling me she loved me.

So I cannot determine whether:

A) she had actually been miserable and simply couldn't bear to admit it;

B) she genuinely experienced both incredible love and incredible suffering AND i was toxic to her..

C) the breakup brought the painful memories to the foreground so strongly that she started interpreting the whole relationship through them;

D) her BPD contributed to the intensity and contradictions;

E) some combination of all of the above.

That's what I need help understanding.

On the other hand

1. Quantitative Messenger keywords : Global overview - One search with no deep dive..

• "May god always make you by my side" (64 distinct results spanning our entire relationship, with the most recent occurrences appearing at 6, 9, and 10 weeks ago (May/June 2026)—during the exact period I was in deep burnout and she later claimed to be "miserable."
• "Grateful": Dozens of entries continuously logged from 2 years ago down to 6 weeks ago ("Im soooo grateful because i have you" at 6 weeks ago; "You have no idea how much i am grateful for the efforts you are making" at 10 weeks ago).
• "You make me happy": 13 explicit search results logged continuously from 2 years ago through recent months ("YOU MAKE ME HAPPY", "I hope I make you happy the same way you make me happy").
• "Feel safe": Logged consistently across 2 years ("I feel safe With you..", "Your presence makes me feel safe", "It's so good to feel safe and understood").

2. Direct Quotes Proving Idealization and Commitment

Beyond general affection, her written messages explicitly address my efforts, our future, and her fear of losing me:

• On my efforts: "You have no idea how much im grateful for efforts that you are make" . This directly refutes her later claim that I gave nothing to the relationship.
• On fear of loss: "Alah la ynahik aaleya o la yehremni menck hata lahdha" (May God never take you from me or deprive me of you for a single moment).
• On long-term future & family: "We're gonna make cute babies walah" and "Walah you're the love of my life."
• On her own self-doubt (not blaming me): "I hope im a good partner habibi."
• On intimacy and memory: "Even my bedroom reminds me of you," "I can't stop thinking about you," and "You're my blessing baby."

August 17 — the ending of the call

Eventually she cried heavily.

We both admitted we still love each other.

I told her that I was rebuilding myself, She said she needed to heal herself and she's healing from me.

She asked what I was going to do with my life, I told her I was building an entirely different future but didn't give full details, as at that point we are about to become strangers

At the time I even told her I will leave the country for an opportunity that just showed up

It was partly me embodying the idea:

"You chose to close this relationship, And i promised to respond any outcome of this call, so I have to move forward too."

She wanted to know where i am leaving to, I didn't tell her.

The conversation ended with:

love still there from both, relationship still closed.

She said she thought blocking me back on instagram was better for her healing, I accepted it (BUT SHE LEFT THE LINKEDIN UNBLOCKED AT THAT TIME)

August 18 — the most ordinary message imaginable

And then something bizarre happened.

After everything above, She messaged me on LinkedIn:

"Cairokee tickets dropped, go get yours."

I initially replied:

"Thank you but nah."

Then I felt it was too dry, so I added: "Thank you for thinking about me & reminding me about it tho <3

She replied:

"I'll have Emir aid by myself then."

I answered:

"Go enjoy it 😂 you deserve a good concert <3"

And that was it, two people who spent three years loving each other talking about a concert.

Just to add to the mixed signals: yesterday, out of ethics and values, I sent a final text message to her mother apologizing for how things ended. I sent my ex a quick message simply informing her that I had sent it. she demanded i forward it..

The change required from me for the next chapter

I had changed my privacy settings and removed my LinkedIn photo shortly beforehand, part of what needs to be done for the next opportunity is not having much personal public data, and i was required to lock off all my public socials..

I Woke up on the 19th of August to her blocking me on Linkedin..
so I suspect she may have interpreted that as me removing her access, but I don't know...

That brings me to today I'm now looking at a relationship that contains all of these apparently contradictory things:

She loved me.

She says she suffered terribly, I loved her, I was emotionally unavailable in ways I didn't understand, I genuinely believed I was protecting her.

She experienced that protection as abandonment,

We got engaged, She now says she was already wanting a breakup for a long time but didn't have the courage to do it.

She still cried during the call.

She still says she loves me.

She also says the relationship is over.

She then blocked me again.

That's why I'm struggling to understand her..

My biggest fear

I don't want to make the mistake of assuming:

"She's BPD, therefore all of it is her BPD manifesting."

That's not fair to her.

Because i did make mistakes, and parts of the hurtful things she said were true and happened, but not in the frequence she says (from my perspective) and in no way in the same narrative or way she says it happened..

But I also don't want to ignore the possibility that intense attachment + BPD + a catastrophic breakup can create temporary push/pull states.

At the same time, I don't want to sit here waiting indefinitely.

I still love her.

If she came tomorrow and genuinely said: "I want to give us a chance rebuild this."

I'd probably want to try.

But if weeks pass and I've actually started the rebuild my life and the healing, I don't know whether I'd still be able to reopen the relationship, if the relationship is not part of the stones i am building the new walls with now, There would be no way or room for that stone later..

I'm trying to understand:

What do you think actually happened?

Was it massively amplified by my mental-health collapse?

Did I accidentally reproduce family patterns I had spent my life trying to escape?

Could her BPD contribute to the severe contradiction between "you are my safest person" and "these were the worst three years of my life"?

Can a person genuinely mean both?

And what should I take responsibility for without turning myself into a monster?

I'm not trying to win the breakup, it's already over..

I'm trying to understand before I carry the wrong lesson into the rest of my life.