I, too, have come to terms with the fact that my father will never be the loving and supportive human being that I had hoped for. I just decided this as of yesterday, after yet another falling-out between him and I. It was clear to me, after discovering that there is in fact a diagnosis for this kind of behavior, that I wasn't crazy this entire time. It was really more of a validation for me--and freeing to see that perhaps severing the "relationship" that I had with him could possibly be the most freeing thing I ever do. I fought so hard my whole life to figure it out: how can I be good enough, how can I make someone love me, what can I change that is imperfect in me and make it perfect..etc. With maturation and separation from the toxic situation my father put me in, it's like my clouded mind was able to clear again and think freely for myself. I don't feel the least bit remorseful about cutting ties with a man, whom has never appeared to have legitimate remorse for disowning me at the drop of a hat and stopping at nothing to completely annihilate any sense of self-worth I could manage to muster. It was hard growing up to figure it out, but at 23 I feel like I've been fortunate enough to figure it out early, before any more serious psychological damage could take place. I think the part that helped the most is being involved with a wonderful human being, my husband, who has a very loving a supportive family. I went from knowing nothing but dysfunction, to seeing what a real family can be like, and was invited with open arms. Living a healthy life is possible with the right influence and support. I also give all of kudos to the Lord, because without His example of what a loving person is, I probably would have given up hope long before I was old enough to understand, whether it be thru drug addiction, or worse-suicide.