This is an incredibly accurate description of life with a person diagnosed with BPD. I felt like you saw what had happened to me, down to the book reading. I was in school full time, but not allowed to read. He would pester me and make me feel terrible for “ ignoring “ him…” why am I even here?”, he would ask. I still feel bad for the demons he must fight all day every day. Buy trying to get him to go away was almost traumatizing. I cannot allow myself to feel bad for him anymore. I’m grateful to breathe free of him now, but so wish this worked were not such a cruel place for so many. It’s not peaches and cream for me either, but now I know how much worse it could really be. Thanks for this!