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I guess this post is just to vent, because I know the obvious answers. I know I've already said in earlier posts that I was in my sixties, and have dealt with BPD all my life. My two brothers and I grew up in a chaotic household. Lots of yelling and extreme emotions, however, my parents loved us and did their best. I always thought I was the most dysfunctional with my bpd. My one brother appeared to be the "golden boy". He earned his PHD in psychology, had a great job and beautiful family. His wife also earned her PHD in psych.. I know you can't judge a person by their education, but outward appearances looked good. Anyhow, the first sign of trouble was their agreement to live separately in the same house. They would live together "for the sake of the kids" which, to me sounded like a dumb decision . Ok, so the kids are grown and the wife moves out. My brother develops pancreatitis and retires. He first lives with his newly married son, then my other brother. He claimed he was not treated well either place. I, of course offer him a place with me and my partner. He has been here 5 years, it was supposed to be temporary. He says he needs to smoke pot to have an appetite. I didn't want to smell it in the house, so he bought a vaporizer. He claims he is working on a project that, in his words, can possibly change the world. It is a system for managing retirement funds. He never seems to perfect it though. He is intrusive, tells us everything he watches on tv, and every detail of his life. He overreacts to the slightest criticism. At the same time, he is like a sad 3 year old and my heart goes out to him. I know he should move, but I don't have the heart to force the issue. I don't get physically ill often, but I've been sick all week.I am drained. Anyway, sorry I'm so long-winded but there are compassionate people here and I know you understand. Thanks for taking the time to read my tale of woe!