And now he's got his own reality and he's made me the bad guy. Apparently, I'm the one who is crazy. I'm the one yelling obscenities at him for hours on end. I'm the one who doesn't remember what's going on. I'm the one who's completely wrong.

If I didn't know better, I'd say he's got the BPD...It hurts. And because it's his reality, there's no way I can prove otherwise. No way I can prove what I said an hour ago. No way I can prove to him that's NOT what I'm thinking. Nothing I can do.

I don't even know who I was talking to for part of yesterday. The Judge, maybe? That's when things got bad. Someone who didn't know me came out and took over everyone. He put us all "under oath" and made the guys tell him what was going on. I couldn't hear most of the conversation...unless he was speaking directly to me. Then he "released" Jon into Jonathan's custody - but that's when the distortions started, that's when the false memories kicked in.

And I feel so helpless.