Bipolar DH is being his usual self. I am sitting on the couch with the heating pad. Dog jumps up and starts kissing me. DH tells her to get down. I asked him why, he said" its because she is looking for food." I said "Shes fine, she was just kissing me,and I do not have any food." DH says "I am done. Done. Done" I am still in too much pain to argue. He has no idea what "done" means right now.

Bipolar DH is taking his time getting me a stupid bottle of soda. I am not going to ask him for any more help because honestly I am in too much pain to argue! And pretty soon I will go get the soda myself even with all the pain I am in. Later on I will check with the tenant at the other house to see how her house search is going.

I have the bipolar DH. I am home today with severe back pain. I must have dropped a few pairs of socks on the floor without realizing it when I was putting laundry away. DH was cleaning the house again, huffing and puffing and slamming things as he did so. He picked up one pair of socks and threw them and they hit the dog. I said something to him. He said they were socks not rocks and threw another pair at her. She looked confused. They did not hurt her but I am still pissed. I hope everything falls in place so I can leave in March. My plan is to move most of my stuff over to the other house while he is away at his parents. I am hoping and praying that the tenant in the house moves by then. Most of the furniture here now was either purchased by me or a gift from my parents. I hope this works out for me.

I have the bipolar DH that I planning on leaving. He is on the phone with his parents who live 1000 miles away. He is making plans to visit them the last week in March. He sounds weird, like a giggly little kid.

I posted about DH being bipolar and getting mad because the dog was licking my foot. He left work early because the computers went down, and then when they came back up things got very hectic and he didint want his good mood ruined. So, he took personal time and came home. At least he is in a good mood right now, but I worry about him losing his job. Still trying to figure things out.

DH just got all cranky because the dog was licking my foot. I have posted before about he has a history of bipolar refuses medication and how I dont trust him to walk my dog because she gotten away from him too many times. I am thinking about leaving him. It will be tough financially though. I am trying to figure out where I can cut back.

My ds/15 always tells me stories about his friends and kids he goes to High school with. His one friend and this girl have been going out for about a year. Ds said all they do is fight. He said girl is bipolar and is supposed to be taking meds. He told me last week that the girl cheated on his friend and they broke up. Guess who wanted him to go to church with him last night?? Yep, the girl. Guess he told her he didn't feel right hanging out with her since his buddy used to date her. Thank goodness!!!! Ugh. The things he tells me are crazy!!! These are 15/16 year old kids. I always ask him where their parents are, or do their parents not care what they do?

You know what's funny about dh saying I'm living the high life? He was trying to say I wasn't poor growing up. No, we weren't poor, but my mom was a single mom to myself and sister and it was hard. We never got new school clothes, didn't have cable, and never went out to eat. Dh wants to say he rescued me! Please! So I said to him, "Oh like how your American dad rescued your japanese mom from Japan?!" That shut him up. It sucks to live with someone you hate. I've never been around an alcoholic. Are they usually so bipolar?? He fell asleep in his shed and when he finally woke up he came out to the livingroom and said nighty night like nothing happened.

My parents probably should have divorced long ago, but now in their old age and poor health, I think they'd probably die without each other. My mom and I have a pretty shitty relationship with a lot of issues. She recently had a health scare and my dad just chalked it up to her being crazy, which is fucking cold even if she's an ice queen herself. As my entire family gets old, it's becoming clear that mental illness is rampant on both sides. The shit seems to really hit the fan in their 60's. I already struggle with mental illness (depression, anxiety, ocd, bipolar disorder and if that wasn't enough, a hint of borderline personality disorder too, yay me- under control today but any day or really any situation can send me to hell without noticeand do not want to stick around when I start losing my mind. Hopefully before then, assisted suicide will open up to those of us without terminal illness, though I am not suicidal now and figure I've got another 30 years of reasonable sanity left.

I was just diagnosed with bipolar depression. Only my best friend and boyfriend know.