Kathryn and I have been dating for 2 years now. She’s sweet, fun, and no one understands me better than she does.

Kathryn had BPD, and it made things difficult for me. I thought I could handle it, I wish I could, but it’s too much.

I invited her for a dinner date, her not knowing that I was going to end things with her today.

She looked at me with her loving eyes, and it hurt. Because I do still love her.

“What do you want to order, Kathryn?” I asked her gently.