Back to my own place, Excedrin, water, cereal bar, hot bath with lavender Epsom salt, and feeling better.

Stress and tears are bad. As much as I'd like it to be better, it's not. I have to listen to my emotions.

I called him out on the petty thing he did in the shop the other day. Sure enough, he said he did it because he thought I would like it. I said "What is wrong with you?" He said I overreacted much more than any normal person would. He's implying I have BPD.

I thought BPD people cling desperately to people. I am trying to get away because I don't get along with him. I don't really like him!

We did a lot of talking today. Nothing changes anything, though.

My son is staying with h. I feel so bad about this whole thing.

I'm thinking of my own place like I'm in a hospital. I have someplace to go to remove myself from the trigger. I am fine over here...