I was in the same boat as you. A parent's bpd is hard to endure as a child and as I grew up I was always scared that I would inherit this trait. Thankfully I did not. I got to reconnect with my mom in a small way prior to her death and I feel good that I made that effort. I'm still pissed off about all those wasted years but I did what I could. Bpd is a horrible condition. For everyone involved .