Living with BPD sucks donkeyb@lls. I was doing okay, somewhat good even. I worked hard on this. Worked hard on healing. Then I have a problem that I go deeply into with my friend and I point out, that she’s just shrugging it off. How maddening, like I don’t have enough problems. Then she’s trying to pull focus on herself “Why do you always assume this and that about me”. Excuse me.?! I’m dying inside and she’s pretending that it’s okay to be a half-assed friend at this moment. Then she makes up a reason to get out of the conversation. If she doesn’t come back to talk things out with me tonight, I know she’ll have told a lie. More importantly that she doesn’t care. She was the perfect friend as long as I had good things to say, but the moment something goes sideways she jumps ship. I’m so tired of jolly people, that can’t even google what not to act like around someone with a personality disorder (or whatever else) It’s like I’m talking to a wall. No matter how much I explain, she doesn’t hear me. I’m mad at you, ‘K.’
Bet it feels like you need to shake her with hands. What a stubborn situation , makes you want to blow up.
Did you two work it out later?