The MANUFACTURED incident...
...my 19 year old son moved with us...left all his friends.
Where we lived was rural. So I was helping him look up gals on Match.com ...figure out who was within 45 minutes away or so, create a profile and all of that.
Ever since that, Match.com was sending ME emails. Join. Search. Etc. She went on my computer, found those emails and said I was trying to leave her...
Also, once she found those emails, she decided to spend hours going through my files. IN spite of all that effort, all she found was a spreadsheet I had created: finances WITH me (living on the ranch, paying her mortgage, covering the costs but not receiving ANY of the cash from the business) and finances without me.
Indeed, for the several months prior to that, she had been making comments that she wished I wasn't around. That's actually not all that uncommon for a BPD. You get used to it.
But taking her at her word, I wanted to do some scenario analysis to see if she really could live without me. It turns out, she could, but only very marginally.
In any case, she took the two of these to go ballistic and tell me to move out. I believe she was expecting to hear me beg to stay. But instead I just looked at my sons (she did this in front of them) and said, "fine, give us a week or so to find a place and we'll be on our way. We'll stay out of your way in the cabin for a few days (where my sons were already living)."
She wasn't expecting this and was infuriated. So she started screaming no, I HAD TO LEAVE THE PROPERTY IMMEDIATELY but then, realizing there was a minor child involved, she, for the time being, relented, and said we could stay for a week or so until we found a new place.
That didn't last long. Like I say, on the fourth day, off went the power (meaning no a/c in 90 degree weather, no water from the well, no internet and no ability to cook or work).
A real sweetheart.
Luckily, I HAD found a new place when she turned off the electricity. But it was an incredible inconvenience being forced to stop what we were doing (work, etc.), pack and move in one afternoon.
Like I said, she came to apologize, blaming her illness... But I wasn't about to do that to my sons again.
BPDs... It take a lot to live with them... I helped her for 8 years. But...never again!