I suppose it was more helpful to me in the beginning to have a label for what happened. Ironically, I'm not at all sure the label fits my sitch for a variety of reasons which I won't belabor here. Either that or it's MLC overlaid on an exacerbation of chronic narcissistic personality disorder (just as I think yours is a combination of MLC and borderline). And in the end, it doesn't matter a hill o' beans what the name of the "disorder" is. We and our Themselves will spend the next several years putting ourselves back together after whatever-it-was sucked the souls out of the people we married and thought we knew better than anyone else on the planet. Might as well be schizoaffective disorder, fugue state, or something else that does have a formal DSM-IV code, or full-tilt-crazy or f'in' nuts (ER diagnoses). Doesn't really change a thing. Having a label gives us something to hang onto and perhaps even something to help predict how the next few years will play out in dealing with the aliens we married. But it doesn't change anything. It just sucks, and it sucks worse than anything I've ever experienced.
That's as right as the mail.
"Always go straight forward, and if you meet the devil, cut him in two and go between the pieces." - William Sturgis, clipper ship captain, 1830's.
