Boy, I think I asked a question like this some time ago. It was about what people though of a significant other wanting to force their partner to choose between them and the friend. I can’t remember what people said, but I think most people said that it was wrong of the partner to force their partner to give up a friend.
I’ve been in a situation like that. When I was acting out during my first episodes of bipolar disorder, I had a short affair with a woman who later became my best friend. I had confessed to my wife about her, and when I started getting suicidally depressed, my wife suggested I call this woman. The woman had depression, and so my wife figured my friend could understand me, where she couldn’t. As I’ve said before, I’m very lucky that my wife is so understanding.
Along with my wife and a close friend and various medical professionals, my friend saved my life. Her save was the most dramatic because it came the night I was closest to dying. She was able to talk me out of it. Actually, we both talked each other out of it, because she was that depressed, too. She’s a wonderful person. She taught me to put my family first (I had done that before, but lost it for a while).
After I got better, though, my wife asked me to stop talking to my friend. There was no way I could say no to that. I understood why my wife asked me to do that, and it was a reasonable request. Very reasonable. Most women would have never invited the woman their husband cheated on them with at all. My wife understood what I needed and allowed it, but as soon as she didn’t think I needed it any more, she asked me to give it up.
I was mentally ill when I had a number of affairs—all of them virtual, except this one. I found out later that I was using these women like a drug—to try to get high. Falling in love is such a high. Unbelievable. I was very depressed and I wasn’t really thinking about it. I was just doing whatever I could think of (not very creative thinking) to make myself feel better.
It turns out, I’m a love addict, too. I use romance to make me feel better. I turn to romance instantly in order to get that high. Whenever I feel badly about myself, I am in danger. I’ve been working hard to find a way to fix myself, instead of relying on other women’s love to make me feel better. I am the only one who can fix myself, and I have to say I’ve a long way to go to be able to do that one.
I’ve learned a lot the hard way. The stupid way. The irresponsible way. But I’m so fucking stupid that I still haven’t gotten very far and I am still in danger. There’s a lot of hurt inside. A lot of years of being told I’m no good. A lot of years of not believing in myself. A lot of years of being a failure. Hell. I’m still a failure. Probably will be one all my life. But that’s no excuse. It would be nice if I could find healthier ways to deal with my problems. Right now, it’s a major struggle to be healthy.
Intimacy is crucial to our happiness, I believe. It is almost impossible to have true intimacy when you have secrets. You are always dancing and juking and trying not to have your secret get out. It’s a strain. Stress. Sex lead to my wife saying my friend had to go. I am still learning healthier ways to try to deal with that urge, and I still have a long way to go.
You’ve got to be honest with your fiance. You have to talk openly about what this sacrifice is and what it means to you. Every time I offer a bit of relationships advice, it always seems to come down to clear and honest communication. Once you can talk openly, you have to work together to find a solution you can both work with. It does no good to be afraid to talk. That’s what I did with my wife and it nearly cost me my family. Honesty and openness really are the best policies. Of course, they can be devilishly difficult to do, especially for some of us.
There are a lot of very moral people here. They are quite clear in their rules. That’s just one more area where I’m not doing very well. It seems much more difficult for me to do the right thing than for others. Maybe things are just more complicated in my head. Maybe I’m just stupid in this particular area. You have my sympathy. It’s hard to deal with these kinds of things. Good luck.