She has me lend my bed to her boyfriend for a weekend. They pop the inflatable mattress I'd been sleeping on for half a year. I sleep on the couch for a week.

Things dissolve when she finds another bright and shiny person to latch onto. I worsen in BPD symptoms. We break up.

I still don't know if she was poly. I still want to reach back out. I still feel a need, an emptiness where she took something.

I still need to know she's a failure to get along in life.

I still have a hard time admitting that what she did was wrong.

I don't know. That's not nearly all of what she did. I'm done now.