It can be hard when you’re used to wearing a mask around everyone but your fp (favorite person), leaving them with the brunt of your horrible day. Today I was cranky and anxious, but stopped myself from taking it out on him. I treated my bpd to save my relationship because my fp was such a significant part of my recovery.

Can’t tell if I’m idealizing myself or what, I just feel really confident after today. Like I can actually find reasons why someone would love me. When he looks at me surprised/overjoyed that I've cooked or bought him gifts, it reminds me to take pride in me, the ways I care.

I’m happy to have someone so opposite of me, someone who can help me rationalize my emotional urges, someone Spock-like and intelligent, someone worth forgiving, someone to remind me that I’m not a horrible person.

Borderline relationships are possible and they’re fucking beautiful because in order to thrive, you *have* to talk about shit. You *have* to know each other’s struggles uniquely and intimately or else you’ll allow them to cripple your bond.

Tip for fp: When the borderline lashes out, they are really just hating themselves and feel comfy enough to express raw emotions around you. That and they may not even know why they feel bad and just want you to comfort them. 

 Tip for the borderline: Despite the fp’s inability to fully comprehend our intense emotions, they, too, have troubling emotions of their own and don’t deserve to be yelled at, no matter how bad you feel.

Pro Tip: Favorite Persons, Don’t walk on eggshells, but please try to remember our triggers. It helps a lot!