I look back over all my relationships - friends, family, husband, boyfriends, kids. And the one common denominator is that nothing fills the void. Your family can be present with you, you can interact with them, but it's all just empty. A significant other may be fun for a while, but in the end, it's never enough. You give and give and give. Nothing comes back. You feel like you are there for their entertainment. You stop giving, you stop entertaining, they're gone. They just don't care. Nobody does. WTF is wrong with you? Why is it so easy for everybody else? Why does everybody else get calls from friends? Why are we left out? The only way you can keep a husband is to do and give him everything he asks for....until you have nothing left to give. But then when somebody finally does give you the right kind of attention, it's still not enough. Because you've been neglected for so damn long. A half hour of stuff to say turns into 2 hours. Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone. I didn't get what I needed. Just a bit more time.

Doormats R Us.

Ghosts.

Empty shells.

Sucks to have BPD...