Day 8 : Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like sh%#
When I was a child, of course, it was my abusers who made my life hell. There is no comparison.
In adulthood, I have generally been well-treated. The only exceptions were 1) my children’s stepmother, who alternated between very nice and very mean (I think she had BPD!) and 2) two people with whom I had addictive relationships, who similarly treated me well and then badly (they probably had BPD too, lol).
I must also mention that sometimes I’ve treated myself like sh%# and abused myself. I’m learning not to do this, though.