ANOTHER YEAR PASSED

I gave birth to a daughter on January 2,1982 at 7:58 pm. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. I had dreams of raising her to be my best friend as we grew old together. That was all it was. A DREAM gone so wrong it does not fit into any ration words I could write. I will once again give it a shot?

She is mentally unstable from an illness which does not have any treatment: borderline personality disorder. Yet she is so slick she will transfer it onto you, me, her favorite aunt, and anyone else who may challenge her.

She is a pathological liar. She creates lies for sport. Nobody is safe from her diabolical lies. What’s truly ironic is the fact her father was also a pathological liar. In fact he said he was not even her father. LOL

It’s too late to undo the damage she has done to me. (No I am not an alcoholic!) Over the years I have just allowed her lies about me and my husband to stand unchallenged. (No He does not beat me!). There is no possible way to stand up and challenge her lies. Part of her cunningness is she spreads her lies around to everyone else with the preface “don’t tell my mother I told you this”.

All I can do is allow the past to rest upon its morals and show the world I am nothing at all like she claims. Better yet? If you know her just look at what she is and what she has done to almost everyone in her life? She has so many victims of her verbal abuse and cruelty I stopped counting. If she can treat me as she has then why not everyone? Borderline personality disorder is a chaotic life. If she were in treatment she might be helped. It is too late as far as I am concerned.

My life belongs to me. I do not have a daughter. She is no longer any part of my life and she never will be again. It is healing to say this? It feels like 1000 pounds of weight have been cut free? This weight was trapping me inside of the turbulence of her mental illness.

I am done crying over a dream I had once upon a time.

I am never defending myself from her lies.