My cup runneth over…it is well with my soul-even after the email I just received from a member of my family. Are you SURE you don’t have BPD???????
Jesus Mighty, Mary and Joseph. When will this end? When do I get to stop apologizing for breathing? For being a modest success and overcoming alcoholism and addiction to opioids? I am no longer the black sheep, but I am sure as Hell the Scapegoat-and that shit is over, whether or not the narc “approves.” My poor brother is worried. He thinks my anorexia led to Borderline Personality Disorder. Stop the madness, step off and WHAT THE HELL YOU TALKING ABOUT, WILLIS?
I know. It’s a holiday weekend! We must ensure she not enjoy it, maybe terrorize her with a new diagnoses? Yeah, that sounds good. Not that he knows what he’s doing, but I can tell him what he’s doing wrong, and that would be talking to our sister. He is concerned about my anger during his last trip to my home, in which he stated, flat out:
“I don’t believe you.” Courtney, you can wipe that demonic smirk off of your face. Are you proud of the person you have become? Are you right with Jesus? Why have you deemed therapy a no-no? Why did you call me two years ago and beg me not to go no contact? Why did you admit to keeping the children from me? Why did you admit keeping me from family vacations? Why do you care?
I can answer every one of the questions, but rather than do that, I will stop reading emails, taking phone calls and feeling guilty because my kin is a psychopath.
I have earned this time of relative happiness. My husband has been through enough.
Consider this your CEASE AND DESIST.
Your opinion doesn’t matter.
Nothing you say is true.
Deep down inside? You are a coward of epic proportions.
You have been served.