I met my Husband 5 years ago and we married after one year of dating,
this being a second marriage for us both (in our 40's) each with kids.
Needless to say, I thought he was the most wonderful, kind and caring
man in the world and then it all starte...
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I met my Husband 5 years ago and we married after one year of dating,
this being a second marriage for us both (in our 40's) each with kids.
Needless to say, I thought he was the most wonderful, kind and caring
man in the world and then it all started to go mad. Ridiculous rage, not
sleeping, taking things to excess, (who on earth needs that many ducks,
coffee mugs, beer glasses, dog leashes), drinking to excess (beer,
coffee and soft drink), poor decision making, forgetfulness, depression,
overeating.....what was going on???? Many visits to the doctor with
possibilities of B12 deficiency, low testosterone, sleep apnoea,
depression. Tests and pills, diet, machines and a lot of patience and
desperately trying to somehow make him happy, but nothing worked. Of
course, to the outside world he was Mr. Spontaneous and Fun, how could
he not be happy at home? All hell broke loose in January of this year
when he polished of a dozen beers and two bottles of red before a late
afternoon BBQ at a family members home. My son and I left him to finish
what he was doing and I told him to call when he was ready to
come......decided to ride his motorcycle. Everone thought it was
harmless, he didn't have to go too far and he was being funny, they all
laughed and joked along with him. Time to go, it was a school night and
he wasn't ready, again, we left without him, thinking he would be smart
enough to just walk the couple of hundred meters. Nope! He rode . It had
never happened before, but there was a hole from his fist inthe wall.
What the heck was going on? I'm devastated and plead with him to get
more help. He does and a diagnosis of Bipolar II is made. More
devastation. Even though the medication is helping, there are still
signs of the bad stuff, it tough. He's still not the man I married.
We're having problems and I don't know how to cope with the past
stresses and as people say "get over it and move on". It really is a
reent diagnosis, but he is level, but I'm not able to reconnect with him
as my husband after more than three years of chaos. I feel lost and
alone and want a happy stable life for my son who has suffered
dreadfully through this ordeal (probably more than me). I saw a
counsellor for a while before the diagnosis and divorce was on my mind,
but since diagnosis, getting him through this is imperative. If I left
now, the guilt I would feel might wreck me. Thoughts from anyone who has
been through a sinilar situation would be appreciated. Thank you.