Powertools: I pray to God you're right.
Longleaf: I'm exhausted, so there's not much I can add to this. Just... thank you.
NishQuiche: Well, I'm always glad to help.

Something that dawned on me earlier today... I read it somewhere, but: if it's true that people with BPD go chameleon around people, to make up for the parts of their identity they lack... that would explain a lot. Whenever I go back to my mother and her family, I become absolutely furious for no reason. I'm bitter, hateful, and resentful. I could be just fine until I see them. When I was with my father... well... you read the long rant. My Dad's a piece of ****. He treats women like **** and I'm glad I've got nothing to do with him anymore. I don't want to be like that. Other than a general fear I've got no empathy and care only about myself, I'm trying to work through these things. What does it mean if I never actually cared about her?