Have been with dh for 16 years, 3 kids. Dh has been diagnosed With bipolar - this was before I met him. I knew fairly early on. I've never seen him have an episode, he's on long term lithium.
It's been a long hard struggle. We moved across the country for work and have moved numerous times in this area for various reasons, renting etc. our lives have been REALLY stressful. I am on ADs and have been for 5 or so years. Dh went through some Therapy and realisations about his family and childhood. This was all about a year ago. It's been tough and it's made me realise some of my own shit, family wise. In any case, dh was pretty badly abused as a child. As an adult, he is a workaholic, and is very intense, needing to discuss things over and over again. He will come home from work and will rant about something from the day that's upset him. He will do this EVERY day. He will also talk incessantly about his abusive upbringing. I will get a churning in my tummy when I know he's arrived home. Right now I have a churning because of his latest rant.
I am effectively parenting on my own because he gets stressed with it. Tbh it feels like he's just another child and I've got a small brood on my hands. I'm forever looking after everyone else - not very well! I feel like I'm going to snap. My kids need me and he needs me and I can't seem to give anymore, I feel sick with it. I haven't got any close freinds round here, I don't go out and he doesn't like me talking about his condition. It's sapping me.
I've asked him to keep with the therapy, which he is doing. He's getting some additional therapy next month. He has started going out for regular walks, which is a big step. But I'm so weary, so very weary. He's asked me to be more attentive and tactile. That's the last thing I want to do so I feel guilty for being a shit DW. I feel like a shit mum as I can't give the kids what they need. I'm so tired of it. I have told him this a couple of times. He says sorry but then is immediately back to normal
I have had some counselling which has helped a little. I'm going to try a new counsellor soon as I didn't really take to the first or second one.
How much should I be taking? How much should I be giving? Is he asking too much of me because I feel like he is. I feel like his carer and his mother that never was. It's killed any passion. I have all these horrible feelings of guilt, weariness, resentment, anger.