well once again my life turns into a giant **** storm. if i look at it touch it or think about it then it instantly turns to ****. i thought i had found a woman who i could finally share my life with and said she was willing to handle me and this crap. yea well needless to say that blew up in my face like an m-80 with a short fuse. now im left struggling to air after she used me like a diving board. how are people with bpd supposed to find love and happiness?