Thanks for writing back - I didn't think I'd get any responses and have avoided the compulsive gambling forums after just hearing "dump this jerk."
Also, I think that his hidden request to you is that you stop accepting his gambling addiction and ask him lovingly but firmly to make a serious step towards therapy regarding this, cause the shame and the financial loss coming from gambling are the first cause of his suicide talking. It can destroy anybody, let alone someone with BPD.
Aaaaannnnndddd you might be right about the desire to stop gambling. For months, he's been saying that, if he continues to lose, he's going to stop playing at the end of the summer. I thought staying true to this statement might be causing him anxiety and, while he denied it, he continues to bring it up.
Except... . I really screwed up, here.
He repeatedly says, "it looks like you might finally get your wish." Yet, quitting gambling was never
my wish. Because I tend to say what I really think over what you're "supposed" to say, I've been telling him I don't believe he
can stop gambling. Which is true - he's gambled for 25 years, he uses it as his sole coping mechanism, his whole family does it, and he's somehow going to stop cold turkey? Sometimes I update this to "I wish you could but I don't think you can stop without professional help." Or, even worse, "I think some people need to gamble; they're in too deep to ever quit." Which, although true, is probably not good. But I don't want him to have unrealistic expectations!
Get help, and refuse to be the only one who carries all this on her shoulders: it's unfair towards you and it's not helpful for him, I reckon.
This is not easy, unfortunately. Luckily, the majority of people he still associates with are in agreement but finding any sort of health care aside from the anonymous programs (5% success rate) is very difficult, time-consuming, and mired in red tape. He has insurance and has given me is social security number but the company - and his family - isn't cooperative.
The main thing in the way is the distance. He's contact with me is significantly limited and he's so irritable, I'm constantly afraid of being relegated back to "no speaking" territory. Yesterday, he snapped at me for "tactlessly" bringing up the subject of horse racing - the primary subject of 80% of our recent conversations (and my "intro" to get him to break silences). So I'm trying to tread lightly right now, letting him know I'm here to help, and waiting for things to settle enough for us to be in the same room.
So far, I haven't seen him in 16 days but something like having a final stab at a lifetime habit is pretty good reason to isolate, I guess.