A question of lies

I am going through a very stressful period with both a general doctor and a specialist do not stay in communication A meeting yesterday over my exams for cancer issues was dumped back n me by my generalist. Saying it is "not my responsibility" to be informed. It is "your responsibility to inform me". This is absolutely contrary to the practice of medicine in France, where I live and am a citizen.

My BP husband is so focused on his "humiliations" like the fact he can no longer drive having driven for the last 40 years without a valid driers license -- then following an accident he has been forbidden to drive for three years. We had terrible arguments over this, again and again I coached him and tried to get him a new license. He simply wouldn't study and do his homework.

Now he is accusing me of lying to me about the humiliating behavior he exhibited before being diagnosed as BP. He says he doesn't believe me. J to go into details as they are too humiliating for me to describe. I already new ne was bipolar before he ws hospitaized a second time. When he read my emails (unauthorized "by mistake" to his children) he raged at me and denied everything.

His attitude is "i will take care of you and we'll get these exams done" Well I am on my own What's new??? Except I have no family, he wouldn't have my children (I was only 30 when we connected) and Now he is 77 and says it is all because he has been victimized and punished for drying without a license -- that he is aprisonr -- I am a prisoner too.

He insists that an assassin drove him off the mountain road…and into the ravine. 40 hers ago the same issue caused us to "flee" from the USA. He lives in a paranoid state -- accuses me over the years of indifideltity -- the last thing I want is sex. He stole from me -- he lied about expenses and spent freely.

I am under so much stress dealing with my medical issues and he says "shut up we've already talk about this" "Now my problems are….."

Okay put up and shut up. That's my life. Even introducing him to friends to go for a walk is met with complaints "I didn't like the road, the people were not sympa, I am a recluse and only want to live in the house and e with you."

"I've made you famous" you a are a best-selling author -- well believe me I worked my butt off soing research, editing -- but this was his "gift" I was riding on his coattails.

Philomene