Living with a spouse who has bipolar is not easy. While nowhere near as hard as it is on my husband, life is dictated by his mood of the day. Without much recourse, except to accept it, help him, ignore it, or confront it and potentially start a war; I’m often left to roll with his verbal jabs and punches and bury my feelings beneath his.
I don’t know how else to deal sometimes. Knowing that I check off all of those boxes makes me sad. Sad that I love a man that fits a description that I know isn’t him. Sad that I so badly want him “normal”. Sad that he suffers so deeply. Sad that I love him too deeply to let go. Sad that I can’t help him.
The Rollercoaster 
You are strong and brave. I’m sure this feels impossible right now. Hang in there. Eventually you’ll know in you’re heart what you need to do for you. You’ll be on my mind today and sending love your way.
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Thanks WK. Sounds like you’re having a hell of a time too. I guess we are both in a this too shall pass kind of place. But thank you for the brave and strong. Sometimes you just need to hear it from outside to remember that you are.
Same goes for you. Brave and strong.
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Thanks 🙂
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Hugssss from Liverpool! We all live in a Yellow Submarine 😉
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Ha ha! Having fun I hope!
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