I struggled to try to get people to change for me. That was the faulty thinking/ crux of this emotional disorder. My father in law was right, I do have bad DNA. I ruined my whole life, being mad and sad and throwing babyish tantrums that no one would appease no matter what I did. Now, there's no end in sight to the lousy marriage. I wrote off my mother, step dad, and aunt. They don't care. Nobody even called me. It doesn't matter what I do. I can bang my head in the wall 'till I pass out, so I do.