My husband and I have been married for almost 32 years. He has been diagnosed as bipolar for 22 of those 32 years, and has been totally disabled for those 22 years.
We have dealt with suicide attempts, manic episodes where he has threatened to leave numerous times, verbal abuse of my family members. . .it goes on and on and on. You know the drill.
I am now 53 and honestly do not know how much more I can take. I have supported us for the last 22 years--his disability pretty much covers his medical care and prescriptions and little else. And now things are tight for me and work prospects are not good.
The past couple of months have been the worst in a long, long time. I am either the most wonderful person in the world or the cause of all his maladies. He is spending money we do not have--fortunately not on anything big (yet)--but my pleas that my work has dried up have fallen on deaf ears.
It is the verbal abuse I think I can no longer take. Saturday he was angered because I was nice to an 83-year-old lady who came to our back door. He is angry with her son and wanted me to be angry with her as well, saying I betrayed him by being nice. He trashed my office, knocking things off my desk and nearly damaging a flat screen monitor. Later that day I was once again the most wonderful person in the world, and it was as though nothing had happened.
Last night I decided to set out tomato plants in our garden. He decided I was planting them too close together (I've only gardened for about 15 years, mostly without any help from him whatsoever). Rather than risk a fight I simply went along with him and went to get the plants, only to discover that my "leaving" angered him. I only wanted to set out 6 of the 14 plants I had, and had prepared the soil accordingly. He decided that he no longer wanted to hear about my planting tomatoes and I was going to set out every tomato last night.
The soil was not prepared, and it was pitch dark. I could barely see what I was doing, but rather than make things worse I just did it.
He slept on the couch last night and we are not talking today. He is angered by my overwintering plants in the basement, saying he will give me money next year not to do that. I cannot get him to understand that we can't afford to do that.
I honestly do not think I can take this any more. When he is like this I have a knot in my stomach all the time--I never know what he might destroy. I do not think he would harm me physically, but mental abuse is no fun, either.
He has no where to go. I have a wonderful, supportive family that wanted me to let him leave the last time he threatened to. I know that he has taken drugs with horrible side effects for years because I told him that it was the only way I would stay. Well, he did as I asked--so now do I still have the right to leave?


I'm so sorry. I just got on this site to get some comfort since I am once again going through yet another mood swing with my husband and I saw your post and imagined myself in another 10 years of marriage. I have been with mine for 10 years now and I have tried to be supportive and even ended up on anxiety meds myself just to deal with the mood swings. I know it is hard to leave because when it is good it is really good. They make you feel like the best person in the world. Then it gets so bad and they make you feel like the worst person ever and they swear they never loved you to begin with and all of their problems are because of you. I end up so confused and emotionally manipulated I can't even find worth in myself anymore. I find myself just accepting the behavior in anticipation for the "good mood" and then I have these hopes the good mood won't go away but it always does. It's hard to talk to people because no one understands unless they have been with someone who is bipolar. I am a religious person and I know God wants us to be faithful and stay married despite the tough times. It is very difficult to look past what's happening and keep my faith. It is making me crazy.