Fan-fucken-tastic, H’s wonderful schizoaffective bipolar disorder is showing its pretty face… that right now I just want to punch.
Apparently wanting a hug from him last night as i was going to bed before him is too much to ask.
And when I get up at 10pm wondering why he’s still up, I find him folding washing which is fine, but I say ” I’ll do that tomorrow if you like” me thinking he might like to chill out before bed and he storms out of the house as if what I really said was “don’t do that your fucking it all up”.
So when he does go to bed, I was still up at this point, I wait 10 minutes for him to maybe fall asleep and join him, I don’t make a sound, 15 minutes later I roll over in bed, suddenly he jumps out of bed, and storms off to the spare bed room, slamming the door, so I confront him with ” what the fuck” because im getting quite angry at this point, he leaves the house to stay at his friends.
At some point I told him he needs to go talk to his nurse, but he said he feels fine, he actually thinks its all me, that I am attacking him.
I have said no more than 10 words to him since being home from work and everything I have asked or said he has responded as if it was an attack.
I just can’t take this anymore…. I don’t think trying to have kids is even a good idea anymore… even though we have been trying so hard.
I’m starting to hate him.