Hi, first post here, and please excuse the wall'o'text. Hopefully it's all relatively relevant. As my horribly cliched username indicates, once upon a time when my wife and I met I was the 'white knight' who heard her call for help and carried her out of her horrible existence (home life with her clinically insane mother, history of all flavours of abuse including eating disorders and self-abuse) and gave her what I hoped would be a happy, stable life. Not so much, I'm feeling tattered now to say the least.
For a while things were good, but a few months after she moved in with me, I caught her having an online relationship with someone she met on an MMORPG. She denied it, attempted to lie away the evidence even though it was pretty obvious what was going on, started being secretive and hiding her online conversations from me. Eventually I applied enough pressure (or more likely he got a real girlfriend) and she dropped it. That was the start.
The next one was a psychotic workmate of hers who believed the two of them were 'destined' to be together. She invited him over at every opportunity, especially on work nights when I would have to leave for work in the morning and they would be alone the next day. She would then spend the rest of the day sending me messages about how creepily he was behaving and how she wasn't sure she was safe alone with him. Within a couple of days she'd seemingly have forgotten the last time and would be insisting that we invite him over again. Our relationship started fracturing due to the strain of putting up with this guy, and eventually I got a phone call from her saying she was at his house, she'd felt she needed a friend and so she'd gone to him. Unsurprisingly he'd taken that as her wanting to move in with her, and she acted shocked and surprised that her 'true friend' actually wanted to have sex with her. As far as I know they didn't (and as far as I know she's never cheated on me, although she's made herself ample opportunity and all I have to go on is my trust of her and her vehement insistence that she's never cheated on me. She seems to need emotional support more than physical, at any rate).
Since then she's had other male 'admirers' along the same pattern. They confess their love and she immediately promotes them to her 'best friend'. From that point on they're in our lives constantly, they spend time at our house while I'm at work, she'll tell me stories about how they were hitting on her last time but she's sure they understand now that she's just their friend. When they're not at our house she'll spend all evening while I'm home and, as far as I can tell, all day when she gets the chance talking to them online. When I start pushing her to distance herself from her current 'friend' she will start being evasive, leading into outright deception and lying about whether she's been talking to them or when they're coming over. She's a good liar face-to-face but she's not very good at keeping out inconsistencies, and she tends to assume that I never talk to her friends, so she's tripped herself up a fair few times. When the lies break down my trust in her sufficiently for me to take it up with her, she claims that it's me that has trust issues, and puts the onus on me to 'deal with my issues' or she'll leave.
She's incredibly inconsistent with her arguments, often she'll make some grandiose claim and then when I reword it and feed it back to her with a "so you mean ..." she'll say "what, do you think I'm insane?" and then reiterate her original claim in different words. She'll imply with a statement that she's well aware of having been deceptive in the past, but then ten seconds later say she's never been anything less than completely honest with me. If I manage to trap her in her own words and force her to see that she's being inconsistent, she'll sit silent or play with the cat for several minutes and then continue as if she didn't hear my last couple of lines, you can almost see the mental reboot happening as she revises her own personal reality yet again.
Other descriptions on this site sound very familiar. She's a walking drama magnet, life is never quiet for even a single week without some emergency or drama breaking out. She will be caring and attentive when we're alone together but the moment we have company it's like I've turned invisible, nothing I can say or do will let me break into the conversation. If one of my friends ask me a question, even one on a topic that I'm well versed in and that she knows nothing about, she'll cut me off after two words and try to answer the question herself. She has an insane temper that she will use to control people, I've lost touch with a lot of friends (at least 10 off the top of my head) who just don't want to be around her. She's always enjoyed dressing provocatively, getting wolf whistles from cars and advances from randoms in the street; we've argued several times in the past about her dressing up like a street walker when she leaves the house, if I complain she turns it back on me saying that I'm jealous and possessive. Nothing is ever her fault, she always finds a way to blame everything on someone else (usually me). We've argued extensively over the last two months and when I go back over her side of the argument, it's comprised entirely of re-wordings of either 'me too, only more so', or 'no, YOU'. We're seeing a counsellor, we've had one individual session each (and she HATES counselling) and one joint session where she basically sat in the corner and said "no, you're wrong" every time I opened my mouth, but didn't add anything to the discussion beyond "if you don't trust me we can't have a relationship" and, flying in the face of the evidence, "I've given you no reason not to trust me".
I've had a lot of times when I really started to doubt myself, but luckily my mates have seen a lot of this going on (especially one who's our housemate and has seen the whole thing close up for months at a time) and they're constantly telling me that it's not all in my head. I'm also reticent to just declare that she has HPD because it seems all to easy to just put her in a nice safe box with "yes, dear, there's really something wrong with you" written on it. It's just that virtually every account I've read on this forum from HPD sufferers is so incredibly familiar. It's like she has two people trapped inside of her, the beautiful young woman I married and the manipulative slutty bitch who just wants to screw with my head and break as many hearts as she can (I truly pity the guys she's dragged into the mess, they're generally unstable to start with and the end up pretty f**ked up by the time she's done with them). How do I get her to seek help and how can I support her if she does so? Is there any chance of her working through these issues and being able to save our relationship? When she wants to be, she can be the sweetest, most genuinely caring person I know.