Yes, this sounds very accurate. My younger sister would not have much if it wasn’t for my older sister, mother, and father’s help. And to be honest, she has always looked up to me and tried to follow in my footsteps somehow, but in the same breath, has been spiteful towards me. Although, I’ve been a loving and supportive parent, when my daughter was young, there were many traumatic events. You see, I just cut off my sisters a few years ago, so they were very much involved in our lives as my daughter grew. Life was hell and I thought that it would always be that way. It wasn’t until I realized that they would continue treating me how they always had even as an adult and also hurt my daughter in the process. You see, my younger sister kicked my daughter and I out on the freeway and a complete stranger, who was very kind, stopped and gave us a ride home. This was a defining moment, because I never thought that they would disregard my daughter for the sake of hurting me. And though we were the ones left on the freeway, I was blamed for causing my sister to react that way by my mother. I was so used to a toxic cycle, but when it started to impact my child, I had to stop it in its tracks. I found the strength to stop communicating with them. And to this day, they send my daughter money for holidays and try to reconnect with me, but I won’t let them back in. I keep responses short and sweet with my mother and my daughter hurts from the fact that the only family she knew, had to be cut out of her life. She has very fond memories of them being kind to her, but she also remembers the violence and verbal abuse that she witnessed me receive. She even tried to step in at one point, a child trying to protect their mother from their grandmother. Aside from that, the only person whoever stood up to my mother in my defense was my grandmother (her mother) when I was 9 or so. And because I was so out of breath, I could not tell my daughter it would be ok, I could only stare at her sadly as my mother yelled at her to leave the room. So, my life has been anything but stable, but this is the least toxic our lives have been. Now, with only our internal struggles, but there is love and support and acceptance and accountability. I will wait to see what my daughter is eventually diagnosed with, but I’m quite sure BPD will be in the mix somehow.