I don't want to leave him. I really don't. The thought of him no longer at my house watching films and cuddling up. The messages etc. I do feel sad. But that's pretty much all our relationship ever is. Its lifeless and centered around the home. I work and mix. He seems to have a non existing life where he just functions and muddles through the day. He's always been confusing. He's moody and then bouncy. He's caring them empty. He's unreliable and seems to take back all meaningful words when things get hard. He was finally diagnosed with Bipolar and Bpd and alot makes sense. All his destructive choices make sense. The financial mess. The lying about online behaviour. Women. Drama. Falling out with all family. It all makes sense.
He leans on me. For everything. Money. Food. Support. Yet the minute I get hurt because he's online all night talking to someone only he knows or he starts acting different , I'm a nightmare he can't deal with anymore. I've dealt with his drug use. The lies around that. Him loosing his flats because the landlords get fed up of late rent and damage. The list goes on and on. Pretty sure he's cheated and he's certainly looked at women online. He says he loves me. But he's never ever bothered with my birthday. Never had a gift. Never had dates or been taken out. He says he loves me and I'm his future and reason to continue. But then today he's decided he doesn't want to see me anymore because I told him for the 3rd day in a row I was anxious about his sudden use of WhatsApp and being intensely on the app 24 hours a day basically.
I know I need to leave. But feel so massively guilty because he's so unwell. I'm scared how he will cope without me.
Any advice.