My mother is Borderline and I have lived my entire life walking on eggshells around her. She loves having control, and she gets it by lying and going into fits of rage. When I was a child with severe anxiety, she would talk over psychiatrists and make everything about her. She especially emphasized how hard it was for HER to parent me. I remember how she used to force me to take only half of the recommended dosage of my anxiety medication, until I became old enough to pick up my meds on my own and hide them in my room.
_________________
So how about we become monsters together?