I did myself nothing but damage too by opening my big, stupid mouth. This honesty didn’t get me happiness or peace. It just gave me a bad reputation among the people who are supposed to love me. It gave them cannon fodder to hurl at me.

At least I didn’t have run ins with the rest of society.

It’s so logical— if your FOO was toxic enough to form a personality “disorder” in you, there’s no way continuing to deal with them can be healthy.

If a patient/client goes to a therapist and toxic relationships are discussed, the therapist might as well immediately say how those relationships are most likely unsalvagable and inform how they will be ending. It’s inevitable!