The best day of my life was when my BPD wife of 25 years left the tracks and imploded. That gave me the out I wished for. Her BPD got worse every year making an intimate spouse relationship impossible. I don’t hate her, and I’m not forever wounded. I’m remarried and have NONE off the problems she accused me of, which was healing to know. Thanks for your article. Weirdly, and because of my experience, I find BPD and the mind wildly fascinating.