Not sure what I’m after really, maybe advice or just a place to get this out. Feel like I’ve been holding my breath since April.
DH has bipolar. Managed OK for years, with ups and downs obviously, but we’ve always got through. This time was different. He started going downhill early this year – up and down, irritable, sleeping less, then crashing. I tried to talk to him about it loads of times but he’d just brush me off, get snappy or tell me to stop treating him like a patient.
Then one night in April it just exploded. It was just the two of us at home – kids were at my sister’s overnight, thank god. He was pacing, crying, shouting, just completely unravelled. Saying he wanted to hurt himself, that he was a burden, that he couldn’t go on. I told him I was calling the crisis team and he absolutely lost it – screaming at me not to, saying I’d ruin everything, saying he didn’t need help. I didn’t know what to do. I was terrified.
I ended up calling his best mate because I was too scared to handle it on my own. He came straight away. DH was out of control by then – tried to go into the kitchen saying he was going to hurt himself, and his mate had to physically stop him from getting to the knives. Then it turned on us – he was threatening both of us, shouting that we’d betrayed him, completely paranoid.
That’s when I called the crisis team anyway. Didn’t care what he said at that point. They came fast and sectioned him immediately.
After he was admitted he didn’t want to see me. His best mate went to visit and DH ended up screaming at him, saying we were having an affair. I went a few days later and DH was cold and angry – said I humiliated him by letting his mate see him like that, that I made things worse. His friend told me later he hadn’t seen DH in that bad a state since before he was diagnosed back at uni.
He was discharged a couple weeks ago and he’s back home now, but nothing feels normal. He’s still flat, quiet but tense, and I feel like I’m walking on eggshells. I keep thinking about that night, how scared I was. I’m jumpy all the time. I don’t want the kids back here yet because I honestly don’t know if it’s safe.
I feel like the worst person for even thinking it, but I don’t want him here right now. Maybe not at all. I’ve always supported him and I know he’s unwell – he’s not a bad man. But that night changed things. I don’t feel safe. I don’t know if I even love him anymore or if I’m just numb and scared.
Would I be awful to ask him to leave? I know he needs help but I can’t do this anymore, not like this. Have any of you been through something similar? I feel totally torn and ashamed but also completely worn out.