I never have a clue until wayyy after the fact, my thoughts and feelings seem completely logical.

Once upon a time nearly 3 years ago, I told my bf I knew he was going to meet a beautiful strange woman while exiting his work place. He would fall madly inlove with her and ask me to be his best man at their wedding

To make matters worse, yes worse, because we split up!
I textually abused the poor man for 2 weeks, spewing vile venomous filth about how he's just been using me until the day he meets this lady.

He stopped replying (duh) and then one day I sent him a good morning message and didn't understand why he was ignoring me

I went through my text history and got the rudest awakening ever...

I knew I was mad at him, but had forgotten why, I knew I had been "rude" but didn't grasp the level of malice I flung at him...

Not until I read through all those messages.

I felt scared and ashamed and didn't blame him for jumping ship one bit.

He eventually came back though and we patched things up.

Thank goodness this is a rare occurrence in my bp experience