Sorry if this turns out to be really long, but I really could use some help/advice from some people who’ve been there…
My friend "P" and I have known each other for 18 years. We started out dating, but he quickly came to the conclusion that we should just be friends. Over the initial years of our friendship we became quite close, discussing personal details of our love lives with each other, talking late into the night, supporting each other when the relationships with our respective BF/GF's went bad. I noticed even back then that he had a habit of chasing the girls, but not ever being satisfied when he "caught" the girl. He was always very dramatic with his feelings, insisting at age 24 that he was going to go bald before age 30 and then die alone. He also believed that relationships were much more serious or intimate than they really were. Very outgoing, charming and funny, he definitely craved being the center of attention. After a couple years of witnessing this, I thought why are we just friends? I'm still attracted to him, I was sure I could give him what those other girls couldn't, I know him better than anyone and we're already best friends....so I told him how I felt. I was shot down with the "I don't feel that way about you". Over the years I continued to harbor these feelings for him, watching him "torture" himself over these other girls, who "just couldn't see what a great guy he was". We would talk about it every once in a while, but it always ended with the "I don't feel that way about you".
After about 6 years of being best friends with P, I met a guy, "D", who "swept me off my feet" and I finally tucked those feelings for P away in a deep pocket somewhere in the recesses of my subconscious. Another year goes by and I've been completely absorbed by my prince charming D - he was a tad bit clingy and didn't like to do things with people he didn't know; gradually I lost touch with, or greatly reduced the amount of time I spent with friends and the amount of time I spent doing things that I wanted to do, and spent more and more time with D, doing the things that he liked to do. P and I still talked, but didn't spend nearly as much time with each other and seemed to be arguing quite a bit.
Then P decides to move cross country. About a week before he leaves he writes me a lengthy letter explaining that he is and has always been in love with me. He said he had never been “in love" before and it scared him to death. He had a history of treating women like crap and once he found himself falling for me he knew that he didn't want to hurt me so he resolved to just be my friend. He went on and on about how crazy he'd been about me since the first time he saw me, how I had been one of the main topics of discussion with his therapist over the past few years, and how it had driven him almost mad to be around me all this time, and just be my friend. And what did I do? I put the letter back in it's envelope and tucked it into a book where D wouldn't find it, and thought to myself, "well, he had his chance and now I'm with D. Too little too late." Even though I knew that I still loved P, I was also "in love" with D.
So P moves away. We correspond a bit but not much. A couple more years go by and I end up marrying D. P says he can't afford the trip to come to the wedding. A few more years pass and P moves back. We correspond irregularly by email and christmas card, but never see each other or talk.
A couple more years, D & I have 2 kids. D starts to be more reclusive, cutting off ties with friends because he doesn't trust anyone, thinks people have our house bugged and that they are out to get him. He loses his job, believes that it was a set up. He becomes very depressed, more and more dependent on me to do everything for him including find him a new job. He does finally start working, at a job making $20K less per year. He is increasingly paranoid, and then he gets angry, verbally and emotionally abusing me and the children, a bit of physical abuse, we fight all the time, we never have sex because he just wants me to pleasure him. We went to marriage counseling but it was not helping, he would just close up because he felt attacked. I asked him repeatedly to see a psychiatrist but he refused because of the expense. He twice threatened to “end” things, implying suicide.
Out of the blue, P emails me and asks me to have lunch. Lunch is great, seems like yesterday that I saw him. Of course I start feeling that old attraction immediately. But more than that, P tells me that he emailed me because he knew that there was something wrong, something seriously wrong in my life. He is a pretty spiritual person, and gets me praying and going to church, which I haven’t done regularly in years. We were talking every few days, emailing and text messaging constantly. P encourages me to go see the marriage counselor by myself because D doesn’t want to go anymore. I do, and tell her all of the things that have been going on with D. She recommends that I get his family involved to try to convince him to go to a psychiatrist, she also says he needs to be out of our house until he gets some treatment. His family and I did convince him to check into a facility, he was first diagnosed with bipolar with severe depression. A second opinion is pending, but the consensus is that he actually has BPD w/ narcissism. He stayed at his parent’s house for about 6 weeks after he got out of the facility and then came back home while he was still in outpatient treatment. He and I have both been seeing therapists individually and we see his therapist together as well. This has been going on for about 6 months.
In the meantime, P and I have started hanging out together once in a while, D gives his okay, because he knows P and trusts me. I tell P that I do still have feelings for him, but he says he let go of his feelings for me 10 years ago when he left town and I didn’t respond to his letter. We also reverted to our old habits of talking about our sex lives freely with each other and he entrusts me with many details of his sexual escapades over the last decade. I’m assuming this feeds his disorder and I didn’t mind flirting with him, since I hadn’t been getting diddly squat from my husband for years. One other oddity is that after I started talking to P, I found that I had quite the black hole in my memory from the time we were friends, especially the time period when I was first with D. I went looking for the journals that I used to write back then and discovered that somewhere along the way I shredded all of the journals that had a mention of P in them.
But now things have finally started to get somewhat better between D and me. I finally told him the truth about how I feel about P and he actually took it very well, but it really worries me that less than a week after I told him this he told me that he didn’t think we had much to work on in our marriage. I am still very hesitant to trust that the changes he has made are permanent. Right now he is taking his meds, but he says it is only because I want him to. He’s very good at putting up a façade when he wants everything to appear fine so I’m very concerned that once he feels I’m not going to leave him his bad behaviors will return. He also has a history of being non-compliant with medicines when he was treated for depression and anxiety in the past. I’m also having trouble being attracted to D just because of the hurt and loss of respect I’ve been dealing with.
P appears to be acting just like the old days, getting upset with me about something ridiculous, and then apologizing when he realizes that I’m not going to come crawling back begging for forgiveness. He also has anxiety attacks and calls or tm’s me at all hours, just to talk, so I can help him work through the anxiety.
Gosh, I wasn’t kidding when I said this would be long. Anyway, I’ll try to get to the point…I am torn between my newly re-established friendship with my old best friend and with my relationship with my husband who may or may not be willing or capable of change...maybe torn between is not really the right phrase, but I am just majorly confused! I think P has HPD and D has BPD, not that I can diagnose, but it seems very likely based on their behaviors. My therapist has been pushing me to remember the reasons I fell for D in the first place and/or if my heart is really with P. I am beginning to think that I love both of them, but they are both too dysfunctional and I should just leave D and stay away from P. But both of those are easier said than done. In case it wasn’t clear from all of this, I’m extremely co-dependent and feel the need to take care of both of them. If anyone has any thoughts for me on any of this I’d greatly appreciate it. Obviously I would like to stay with D if for no other reason than for the children, and remain friends with P, but I just don’t know how likely either of those is to come about. I can’t see myself ending up with P, because I think his disorder, if I’m right that is, is much more difficult to deal with. But is it possible? Are there psychological measures one can use to survive a relationship with a HPD? And what about the BPD? Can he change? I don’t know how much of the change he’s displaying is due to meds and how much is him just using self restraint to get me to stay. And is there anything I can do to help P? I don’t think I can confront him about this because he won’t believe there is anything wrong with him. I’ve also considered contacting his parents, but I’m not sure how they would feel about it either.
Anyway, thanks for reading my super long post. If anyone has any comments or ideas or just general thoughts I’d love to hear them.