I saw a little poem/saying on Facebook this afternoon that immediately made me think of this board and my uBPD MIL, so I thought I'd share it with you all.

Lots of terrible memories have been coming back to me lately, mostly surrounding how she treated me before my DH and I went NC/VLC. I've been focusing my energy on what's 'mine' and what isn't, separating her fog from truth and this really hit home for me... .
(from knowmyworth.com)
Setting boundaries doesn’t make me ‘mean.’
I can set limits and expectations for my life and still be ‘nice.’
Considering your wishes doesn’t mean I have to do what you think I should do.
My feelings and thoughts are part of the decision.
And if you don’t like it, that belongs to you.