I joined another online bpd group over the weekend. I think it's good for me to be involved in different groups. Although this group is still great.

Still struggle with terrible guilt and have to keep reminding myself it's part of the bpd itself as well as my sensitive concience.

I still don't know what's going to happen to Bruce and me. He applied for 2 more jobs and still has not gotten any responses.

One day at a time. Do what's in front of you, Carol.

Yesterday was Bruce's birthday. He turned 64.

I took him out to dinner. I was relieved that my uncle, his friend, called him last night and did not ignore his birthday.

I am forming a new rule in my life: Make friends with people who not too busy to spend at least time with me once a week or call for five minutes every other day. My uncle told us he would "call during the week" and I did not know if he was going to remember Bruce's birthday.

Bruce told me last night he was glad he had at least one friend who gave a d about him---me. BPD, messed up me, but I still care about him. Everyone else is too busy...

Carol