Hi again,
I never know if I’m crazy myself! I’ve been told so many times about how I was never there for my daughter (with BPD) and how my family is not her family… Every wrong -real or imagined -keeps coming back as little digs. Subtle but hurtful. She has recently given back every gift I had ever given her. She did not show up to my 65th birthday party planned by her and my partner. She texted me 45 minutes before the start and said she would not be coming- and to have fun with my friends and my family… she did not show up at my mother’s funeral- her grandmother who adored her. She has cut me off (again). When I asked if she could please let me know what happened so we could talk it through, she said if I didn’t know-then she can’t help me and she is choosing peace and to surround herself with people who celebrate her… this girl does not have one friend… she works in the film industry so people are always telling her how beautiful etc she is. That’s it. No friends. The peace is from isolation… I have decided to no longer protect her reputation and let my family and friends know of her BPD diagnosis.
I worry about her every day, I also feel relief that I don’t have to watch everything I say and do… I love her and want a mother-daughter relationship… I need to grieve the daughter I rarely get to experience and a relationship I will never have…
I could go on and on… it’s just so sad…



