Mary, I have known 3 people now who were diagnosed with Borderline. I understand that common phrase; "I'm always afraid that people are going to abandon me". I read the book called "Stop Walking on Eggshells" by Mason Kreger. One of my recent friends is now dealing with a step-daughter who is married with kids who also is suspected to be Borderline. She has just agreed to go to the doctor to be diagnosed, as she now realises that she has a serious problem. Her father is very kind, and has been putting up with a lot of abuse, and my friend who just married him, didn't realise what was going on until she read that book. I think it addresses both the side of the person with the problem, and the side of the friends and family. I must admit I was drawn to two Borderline people as good friends, until for various reasons I too, had to back away from them. So I can understand you must be deeply distressed at times, knowing that this can happen. In fact, one of the persons I became obsessed with was Borderline. My husband and I took the place of his parents, whom he couldn't stand, and we were the ones rushing him to the hospital at nights when he would slash himself. Now the crazy thing is that we both loved him very much and we were the ones that finally got him the help he needed. But he also became obsessed with me. I became infatuated with him, and my husband seemed to too. To keep his mind busy, the two of them began spending almost every night together playing pool. I thought I was in love with him because we could share many of the same feelings about our backgrounds. But being left alone every night made me develop eating disorders. However, there was another girl that I was helping to get phsychatric help for at the same time for depression. So the three of us became close friends. But, she ended up having an affair with him, and running away together. She was married too. So I lost two close friends at the same time. I felt betrayed also, because I had confided my love feelings for him to the other girl. He used to show up at my house in the middle of the day when my husband was not around, and he used to call me often just to talk. Finally after a few years of this, I told him to stop calling, as I cried, and said I cared about him to