I'd like to say I can imagine it must be very painful to lose your friendship, after such happy connection. I haven't been following any of your discussion but I can tell you about something which happened to me during my worst mental illness.
I became extremely involved with my friend M who was going through a separation and subsequent divorce from a NPD. Much of the closeness was empathy which we had both been short of, plus where we live is a rather dry community for free spirits. At some point a physical attraction developed from this which I know now was not a genuine thing on my part- I have seen her many times since and have no sexual feelings for her! It was a byproduct of mania. For her it was a flirtation as she got up courage to believe she could have other relationships outside of her horrible marriage, her husband had trashed her terribly and she was just practising her seduction skills!
Well one day we had a few drinks and were somewhat out of control and I kissed her, not exactly sexually but definitely over her boundary, and she fled.
We had touched a point of boundary-setting not just between us but in defining ourselves I can see now. At the time it was just confusing and we were both ashamed, for being out of control, and for potentially wrecking our lovely friendship.
Because I was the one who was acting out the most- I kissed her plus I knew it was not a very kind thing for me to do- if she had fallen in love with me I didn't really want that- so I took the responsibility for what happened and periodically apologised and said 'I know we can't be as close now but can we leave the door open & keep in touch'. She responded 'yes, but not now'.
At first it was touchy and we argued a couple of times because she didn't get the severity of my illness, and also what I realise now is we were pushing each other's boundaries and being judgemental or interfering, some of the things we talked about we weren't giving each other support we were telling what to do, subtly criticising etc, anyway at the time it seemed like everything we said irritated or misunderstood the other.
But there was a genuine love and affection for each other underneath, and as I say this empathy we had shared.
Well, despite all this and the fact I did not see her for a long time, we both held each other in our hearts. And time healed the shame and my illness and she went off to have a raunchy sexual affair with a guy and I did tons of therapy and avoided guys...and we agreed to differ on that and recognised we had become polar opposites on it.
What I am saying I guess is what I said about something else another time: nothing is written in tablets of stone. It's not necessarily permanent when a connection falters. It's not irreparable when boundary-setting seems more important than the overall connection.
I never knew this really- I was raised that it was ALL or NOTHING. The sequence of events which even now makes me cringe somewhat became a very liberating experience and led to a deeper connection in the end which was- we are very different and we can't always be intense, but we do genuinely love and admire and remain for each other, in a less perfect but really more perfect way! We had lunch last week and it was very pleasant to relax and enjoy someone's company who has seen me at my worst and loves me anyway...
Ok, I don't have time for church today so that can be my 'confessional'. I look back now and just roll my eyes at myself...but I am not penitent or seeking absolution because even writing it all down I can smile and see there was no 'sin' there really, just people being human. Indulgence would be nice though
