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Somewhere about midway through the book " Understanding the Borderline Mother " ,

everything clicked. It felt almost like a huge weight coming off my shoulders.

Suddenly all the chaos of my childhood and life with my nada made sense. Like

several disjointed puzzle pieces coming together. Later as I re-read several of

my journal entries from some of our more turbulent times, I realized that I had

almost put the puzzle together and made sense of it all long before this, but

missed somehow.

But no longer. Now I see it as it is. It all fits. The waif/hermit stories fit

my mother to a T. This realization of mine cries out to show my nada what is

broken within her so that she can get the help she needs. But I know for years

and years I have been trying to help her, trying to get at the heart of her

brokenness but she has been unwilling to go deep and try to repair, preferring

instead to keep her secrets in a box on a shelf.

My nada has never understood my desire to dig deep and try and figure out

problems, telling me that I should just live with things as they are. But I have

wanted an authenticity, a truth to my living. Quality, meaningful relationships

based on unconditional love. My work has finally paid off as I understand fully

my nada's problem. While I would love for my nada to do the work she needs to, I

know I can't make her do it. And I also understand that she needs to be

responsible for helping herself, not me. She had a choice long ago when she knew

something was amiss in her life to do the work, and she chose not to, spewing

damage to all of her children by making that choice.

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Darcy, I'm so happy for you. It really is a beautiful thing when all the pieces

come together.

I wish you continued healing insights and growth.

Fiona

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> Somewhere about midway through the book " Understanding the Borderline Mother " ,

everything clicked. It felt almost like a huge weight coming off my shoulders.

Suddenly all the chaos of my childhood and life with my nada made sense. Like

several disjointed puzzle pieces coming together. Later as I re-read several of

my journal entries from some of our more turbulent times, I realized that I had

almost put the puzzle together and made sense of it all long before this, but

missed somehow.

>

> But no longer. Now I see it as it is. It all fits. The waif/hermit stories fit

my mother to a T. This realization of mine cries out to show my nada what is

broken within her so that she can get the help she needs. But I know for years

and years I have been trying to help her, trying to get at the heart of her

brokenness but she has been unwilling to go deep and try to repair, preferring

instead to keep her secrets in a box on a shelf.

>

> My nada has never understood my desire to dig deep and try and figure out

problems, telling me that I should just live with things as they are. But I have

wanted an authenticity, a truth to my living. Quality, meaningful relationships

based on unconditional love. My work has finally paid off as I understand fully

my nada's problem. While I would love for my nada to do the work she needs to, I

know I can't make her do it. And I also understand that she needs to be

responsible for helping herself, not me. She had a choice long ago when she knew

something was amiss in her life to do the work, and she chose not to, spewing

damage to all of her children by making that choice.

>

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Thank you for sharing your success in reading this book. I will read it because

I am suffering greatly right now. I feel like I am in prison & I am 44 years

old, have been married 26 years, have a great husband & 2 kids, yet I have no

joy. I have allowed my BPD mom to basically ruin & control my life & I cannot

break this cycle. Just when I think there is some light at the end of the

tunnel, BAM! It happens again. Right now she is in the process of getting back

my grandmother's wedding rings that were given to me as an inheritance, a

special momento from a lady I love & admire dearly. I will give her the

rings....there is no joy in wearing them. Yet I am deeply hurt.

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> Somewhere about midway through the book " Understanding the Borderline Mother " ,

everything clicked. It felt almost like a huge weight coming off my shoulders.

Suddenly all the chaos of my childhood and life with my nada made sense. Like

several disjointed puzzle pieces coming together. Later as I re-read several of

my journal entries from some of our more turbulent times, I realized that I had

almost put the puzzle together and made sense of it all long before this, but

missed somehow.

>

> But no longer. Now I see it as it is. It all fits. The waif/hermit stories fit

my mother to a T. This realization of mine cries out to show my nada what is

broken within her so that she can get the help she needs. But I know for years

and years I have been trying to help her, trying to get at the heart of her

brokenness but she has been unwilling to go deep and try to repair, preferring

instead to keep her secrets in a box on a shelf.

>

> My nada has never understood my desire to dig deep and try and figure out

problems, telling me that I should just live with things as they are. But I have

wanted an authenticity, a truth to my living. Quality, meaningful relationships

based on unconditional love. My work has finally paid off as I understand fully

my nada's problem. While I would love for my nada to do the work she needs to, I

know I can't make her do it. And I also understand that she needs to be

responsible for helping herself, not me. She had a choice long ago when she knew

something was amiss in her life to do the work, and she chose not to, spewing

damage to all of her children by making that choice.

>

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I am in the same boat! I have let my nada run my life for all of my 26 years of

marriage until just recently when I decided to go no contact for a year. I

basically figured I would need that long to find my voice and get strong so that

I could stand up to her down the road. Like you, for so long I have tried to

stand up to my nada without much success. She has always been able to turn

things around and drag me into her chaos, primarily through guilt or her needing

to be saved. I walked away just before Thanksgiving and it was tough at first,

feeling like I had deeply hurt my nada and feeling awful for it. But I did tell

her I loved her and that I thought we needed this time for both of us to heal

which helped. Since then, I have slowly felt better and better each day, as joy

enters my life and chaos departs.

Darcy

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> > Somewhere about midway through the book " Understanding the Borderline

Mother " , everything clicked. It felt almost like a huge weight coming off my

shoulders. Suddenly all the chaos of my childhood and life with my nada made

sense. Like several disjointed puzzle pieces coming together. Later as I re-read

several of my journal entries from some of our more turbulent times, I realized

that I had almost put the puzzle together and made sense of it all long before

this, but missed somehow.

> >

> > But no longer. Now I see it as it is. It all fits. The waif/hermit stories

fit my mother to a T. This realization of mine cries out to show my nada what is

broken within her so that she can get the help she needs. But I know for years

and years I have been trying to help her, trying to get at the heart of her

brokenness but she has been unwilling to go deep and try to repair, preferring

instead to keep her secrets in a box on a shelf.

> >

> > My nada has never understood my desire to dig deep and try and figure out

problems, telling me that I should just live with things as they are. But I have

wanted an authenticity, a truth to my living. Quality, meaningful relationships

based on unconditional love. My work has finally paid off as I understand fully

my nada's problem. While I would love for my nada to do the work she needs to, I

know I can't make her do it. And I also understand that she needs to be

responsible for helping herself, not me. She had a choice long ago when she knew

something was amiss in her life to do the work, and she chose not to, spewing

damage to all of her children by making that choice.

> >

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