When she was three she bit me in my arm pit. I knew then that something wasn't right. My mother suffered from BPD and had my sister in a high chair until the age of ten. Her hatred of me worsened over the years to the point that she would not allow her children any contact with me, it's a long story. I have been through the RINGER over this, it caused me a nervous breakdown and almost destroyed my marriage. I forgive her, but I worry about my nieces and nephew. One day I was looking at pics in her living room and noticed that her husband's great grandmother looked eerily similar to my own-it was then that I found out that she's married our second cousin.