The friend that I spoke of before insisted that I learn everything I can about bipolar so that I could understand. I went out and bought books, researched on the web, and started reading and learning and was really amazed to see something of what it's like for someone to live with BP. It really opened my eyes to his suffering and I felt like I was on my way to being able to handle it better when he got upset with me.
After the last post, we did come to a place of at least kind of emailing a little bit with one another. As time went on, he started putting me off, and sometimes sending flip, abrupt emails to me, and then I was faced with the chance to talk to him. It went really badly. I couldn't tell if he was in an episode or was just being cruel and by then, I had had enough. He was formally cutting me of by then and I couldn't get in a word and had nothing to lose. Unfortunately I lost it; and there's probably no way for us to reconcile.
I'm left with the question that I'm sure that many people have--How do you know when it's bipolar talking or just a person being a jack***? I don't think it's a coincidence that he cut me off right after I put him in touch with people who could make his long term musician's dream come true. In my opinion, (and the reason that I really lost it and told him off) he used me as far as he needed to, hiding behind his diagnosis all the while, and then just cut me off altogether once he had what he was looking for. He is now the front man for his band playing at clubs, when two months ago, he didn't even know any musicians in the area.
Of course, I'll never really know and that's the really hard part. We shared a wonderful friendship (I thought)--shared all kinds of personal and intimate details about ourselves, laughed together, had a good time together. One of the last things he said (in a rational conversation) was that he really trusted me and thought of me as family and that's why he could tell me about his bipolar. The next day he had already stopped speaking to me.
I feel badly about cussing him out in case it really has been the bipolar I've been dealing with for all these weeks. But just how badly do you let someone treat you, all in the name of their illness??