Some of you may remember me. I was here for about
a month in the summer.
My wife of four years and relationship of 11 years had been breaking down for the past couple of years. She had been diagnosed with Bipolar before I met her. Just before I got married I figured out she had bipolar, but it was quite mild and tolerable. The past few years it has gotten bad and I realized that age, drinking and self neglect were catching up with her.
She started secretly conversing with other men and started dating without my knowledge. It came to a head, I found out and I threw her out. When I finally spoke to her brother about
her condition (she has been keeping this a secret from her family) she seemed to sober up and realize she had a problem. She slowed way down on the drinking and took her medications more regularly. The symptoms abated, but she still had problems that weren't being treated.
I went to the doctor with her and found out that her current shrink has been treating her for over 10 years! He hasn't been able to help her because he told her from the beginning that she cannot drink and expect her medication to work. He refuses (and I understand why) to try changing her medication until she gives her current abilify prescript
ion a chance to work. She is in denial and insists that I am in denial. She doesn't acknowledge that she has bipolar except as it relates to her work....such as it is.
Things really went downhill when she stopped working (due to a back injury). She used to be very frugal and moderately responsible, if not absent minded at times. Now she spends money like it's water and almost lost her home (she lives with me, but her family lives in her home) due to her spending habits. When she couldn't hide that anymore, her family started taking her money to make sure that the mortgage was paid every month. She has since convinced herself that she did it voluntarily.....
Things were going okay. She stopped dating, became more caring and realized that those destructive tendencies were abating. Then we decided to go on vacation to Aruba. I asked her if she was going to drink on vaca...she said of course. I knew it was a bad idea....but I learned that you can't force someone to do something they don't want to do. She of course promised not to let it get out of hand (if I had a nickel for everyone of her broken promises....). Things were great on vacation until about
mid way through, she got drunk. The rest of the vacation went down hill. We came back and have a few "come to Jesus chats" that seemed to help and she got back on the wagon and things got better. I went away on a trip and when I came back she started acting squirrely again. I found out that while I was away, she drank an entire bottle of vodka while I was away.
That was the beginning of the end. She completely wiped out her med levels in her system. She, of course, doesn't see it. And says that she has been alcohol free for over a week and started taking her meds a couple of days ago (she will consistently run out and not get it refilled for a few weeks). But she just doesn't feel anymore that we are compatible (again) and she wants to date others (again). Being sick of this behavior, I said fine...you need to leave then. She wants to stay and pay me rent. She's Indian and her family doesn't know about
her illness. Her going home would be a indicator that there are serious problems, so in the BP way, she tries to hide her issues and shame.
It amazes me to no end how logic doesn't register with her. She wants us to be amicable, and separate that way. I tell her how irrational her behavior is, prove it to her and a light seems to go off in her head. But those epiphanies are becoming fewer and far more in between. She even acknowledges how her behavior is off, but says it has nothing to do with her meds and BP?!?!?? I told her, I can't do it. She wants to end it, then we end it all. No "friends". Her logic and thinking is so clouded and she doesn't see it. I made her a deal a few months ago, (when I was on this site before). Take your meds, quit drinking for six weeks and if you still feel the same way about
me, we would part amicably. She insists that would make no difference and that I just don't believe her when she tells me what she is feeling. I told her, yeah...I don't because you just wiped out all you meds in one week and you never complain about
these "feelings" when you are on them. I told her that she could validate her feelings and prove me wrong by proving it to me and following thru with the six week promise. She refuses, yet still insists it has nothing to do with her meds, even though, she acknowledges her BP hurts her at work.
Last night it came to a head with the usual, I want to talk to other guys, do you mind.... Are you kidding me?!?!?!?!? I told her that she can date all she wants if she leaves. "So you are throwing me out????" Her logic astounds me. I finally calmed down and told her to give it a try. She agreed. I asked to see her phone so that I could put the six week date in her phone. If I didn't she would say in a week or two that the six weeks were up. She refused?!?!? The last time she refused, it was because she was actually chatting with other guys and dating. When she is on her meds, she doesn't mind. She had crossed a line I told her to never do again. I lost it and said that we can't do this anymore. She asked me (her catch all phrase), so what do you want me to do??? I said three things. Stop drinking, take your meds and stop with the dating. If after six weeks you still feel the same, we can part ways on your terms. She didn't say anything and walked out the door.
I am relieved in a way, because she made the choice (in a way to go) and I didn't end up forcing her out. The problem is (as I revealed before a few months ago) is that I am a codependent. I am so insecure about
being "alone" that I put up with crap like this. But her compulsive behavior has just about
driven even me off. The only reason we lasted this long was that we never combined our finances. When she bought the dog without telling me and I found out when I got home...I was okay. Then she got another. Then recently she bought a Conure (a bird like a parrot). I told her this was a mistake. A dog was one thing, two was pushing it, but birds are messy and require more care. She didn't care. Then she got a second one. It's been a month and she has yet to clean the cage more than once (practically had to force her) and I have had to clean up the mess several times. Worse of all one of the birds is a Sun Conure and it has a tendancy to screech when you leave the room. It has made my life, HELL.
Now I am in a better place but I feel worse. I have never been much of a social guy and I have no family and because of my codependency, I have few friends. Now I have to somehow deal with her not being there.
I am lost....
Post Edited (ebonyknight) : 11/18/2011 9:01:40 AM (GMT-7)