Earlier on in my therapy I started seeing a psychiatrist and I remember she told me having kids would be one of the biggest mistakes I could ever make.
God dammit she was right.
I love my daughter, but due to my general lack of empathy I didn't even develop that mother/daughter bond with her until she was like 3, which has probably irreparably damaged our relationship from the start. On top of that I tend to be a very critical person and expect more responsibility and maturity from her than is age appropriate, and I always have. I'm getting better about it, and can go longer stretches just letting it go, but I always "relapse" and become very irritable and kind of mean again for a while.

I'm afraid that I've already set her up for some kind of personality disorder.
That said, knowing what it was like for me growing up, that I was very troubled and needed help (I don't know if my behavior qualifies as childhood conduct disorder but if not it was pretty close) and never got it, I won't repeat the same unforgivably stupid, negligent mistake my indisputably incompetent family made with me. If my daughter and I can't figure this out, we will go to therapy and she will get one on one therapy of her own and by damn I will resist the urge to pry or intrude.
Recently we thought about having more kids, or fostering or adopting. I thought long and hard about it, though, and have accepted that it's probably a terrible, terrible idea. I'm half afraid of just being a butthole to another kid like I can be with my daughter, and the other half I'm afraid of introducing a golden child/scapegoat dynamic because I wouldn't put it past me, despite the fact that I am violently critical of other parents who do it.
By all accounts I'm a good mother on the whole, and very high functioning despite my cluster B-ness, but I'm acutely aware of all my failures. I set out, like most parents do I suspect, to be the perfect mom. I promised my daughter the day she was born I would never make her cry. That inevitably backfired. I feel like I have failed spectacularly at motherhood and do not want to attempt it again now. Honestly I wish I had never had a child. I don't tell my husband that, I will never tell my daughter that, but it's true, I wish I'd never had a kid.
I'm legitimately afraid of a relationship with her that's like my relationship with my own mother. I don't like my mother. We aren't close, and we never have been. I have never trusted her enough to confide even the smallest things. I don't want that for my daughter, but I'm afraid that I'm pushing her right down that same road.
I'm not normally nearly this honest about my parenting. Usually I lie and paint myself up as some kind of Martha Stewart soccer mom or something who might occasionally raise my voice at my child. In reality I often second guess myself, my husband frequently has to remind me to back off and let something go, or that I've been getting on her too much lately, etc. I legitimately never should have had kids, and to be quite honest I don't think ANYONE with a PD should. NONE of us are qualified to be parents, we will probably only screw them up.