DH had his first episode a year after we were married. He has bipolar 1, which means that he gets acutely manic and psychotic (loses touch with reality). He hit me and did loads of weird and destructive stuff. Long story short, I stayed, tried to support and help him, we had three kids, I stepped up to be the main breadwinner, he responded really well to medication, and then he repeatedly (and lying to me) stopped taking them because he didn't like the side effects and didn't believe he'd get ill again.
He did, of course.
The last time was 2 years ago. He got psychotic again and physically aggressive to me. I grabbed the kids and ran. He also ran up huge debts as we were in the middle of a building project, and I have gone back to work full time to pay off those debts.
I know there's no future to this relationship, but I agreed that he could move in with us during lockdown so that he wasn't on his own, as I was worried what he would do if he was by himself for so long and the kids need to see him.
I'm torturing myself trying to understand how someone so loving could inflict such pain on his wife, breaking all the promises he made to protect me and the kids from the effects of his illness. I'm also going a bid mad having him in the house 24/7 during lockdown, having to act like it's all ok when he's hurt me so much. And I love his family to bits, but feel they just don't understand how awful he is when he's ill.
Just looking for some words of wisdom and comfort! Please be gentle, I'm feeling pretty sore.