Books For Daughters Of Mothers With Bpd Novels & Stories

“That’s not what your father is saying, Lamia! We are concerned about your health. After everything you have gone through and then losing your mate after all you have endured, we just want to look out for you. You are our daughter, we love you!” I lower my head in shame for speaking to my parents like that. I know they care, they have always supported me, and always had my best interests at heart. And I know right now they aren’t sure how to handle me or what next step to take with me and I am finding it hard to get a handle on myself. I get up and pace, exhaling loudly with every second breath. I grip my hair with my hands, while my parents watch my incisive and quick pacing.

But I followed anyway, stepping into the hospital room where she lay motionless against the sheets. My mother ran her fingers through Roxanne’s hair, praying for her, while my father stood silent at the foot of the bed. I remained in the doorway, unable to move closer even though my wolf whined in my head, urging me to go to her, to comfort her, to touch her. But I couldn't. If she truly was my sister, I wasn’t supposed to be hers. I couldn't afford to get attached to her.