I was in the same boat as you.
A parent's bpd is hard to endure as a child and as I grew up I was always scared that I would inherit this trait.
Thankfully I did not.
I got to reconnect with my mom in a small way prior to her death and I feel good that I made that effort.
I'm still pissed off about all those wasted years but I did what I could.
Bpd is a horrible condition.
For everyone involved
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