And that's the thing. He never stops trying. That's part of why I care for him SO much. No matter how irrational I act, how impulsive I may get, how sad, mad, or irritable I might be, he never leaves. He never threatens to leave, he never even raises his voice to me. Sometimes I swear that boy doesn't listen to a gosh darn thing, but I understand dealing with my BPD is so hard on him. The night I posted this we had gotten into a "thing" and he stormed off to work, I hurt so bad. I swore I was going to lose him. But he came home with a card for me telling me how much he loves me and reminding me that we can make it through anything. He tries very hard, though I know it's like shooting in the dark for him. It's just so hard to get my emotions and feelings to a level he can understand. So what if I live with him? I think it's good for us. Otherwise I would never get to see him, he works full time and goes to school. Usually IF he's home, he's sleeping. Things are not always perfect....but we dot the best we can.