why wasn’t it possible to save a friendship? I feel I have failed
Greetings. Like you I "tried" to remain friends with the BPDxw (at her request). She is the one that ended the marriage and moved on. It did take me counseling and a lot personal work to slowly heal from the chaos and the loss of the marriage (I felt completely misunderstood before learning about BPD). The marriage did have its good moments and why I kept trying to make it work. Those good-moments however, were way overshadowed by the very "dark" moments, something counseling helped me see.
You didn't "fail". You are simply unable to maintain a friendship with a person that suffers from a serious emotional disorder. As much as I tried to redefine my relationship as "friendship", inevitably the same behavior returned, and I was left again emotionally wasted.
Each time I engaged, whether by phone, email, text, etc to her contacting me, inevitably I experienced not only the same outcome, but was fooling myself that it would ever be anything other than what it had always been. The emotional ups and downs simply set-me-back each time. My counselor clued me in, that I was essentially being pulled around emotionally, like an animal with a ring in its nose. In short, I was "blindsiding" myself by expecting that things would be different, even in friendship.
After six months of trying to be "friends", I finally deleted my email account (I had another), blocked her phone number and went 100% NC (going on 15 years). I suppose she gave up at some point, as my emails were being returned. She had already moved to another state, so I didn't fear her showing up at my door.
Each time we re-engage, all the work we did to move on seems to be lost. We have essentially begun the separation process all over again, with the clock back to zero days since contact. The same applies to the emotional impact. The healing process clock is reset as well, and all our work is for naught. Too many times I felt like Charlie Brown (Peanuts Cartoon), where each time Lucy snatched the football as I was about to kick, leaving me on my back. Inevitably knowing my ex's tendency, it was "me" that continued playing a game where the outcome was always the same. I simply had to "quit playing the game" for good.
All the Best