OK sorry the first was so long. Needed to vent, got it out. Doesn't really matter who read it or not. Basicly I'm having a real hard time with my husband. We are both bipolar and I have been owrking really hard on myself and have made major changes and what my therapists big leaps in my mental health. I havebecome strong and gained good control of my illness. The problem lies in the fact that my husband wont do the same. He threatened me repeatedly that if I didn't get into therpay he would leave me, fine I did it, I've been working on it for a year, going to therapy eery week and going through workbooks and meds and everything I can possibly do for myself, on my own, by myself because he said he couldnt help me. Mind you though this entire time he not once went to therapy for himself. Not once. He abused his medications, 4 times I caught my son packing up his things because he heard his father yelling at me to leave because I refused to let him abuse his meds further. He called me horrid names right in front my son and his daughters. This morning was another arguement because I found a 40z bottle of rum with only about 1 shot left in it hidden in our bathroom. I dont know what to do. I think I'm angry that I ahve worked so hard on myself and this entire time he has done very little. Every day I work on me, because of his threats, now its his turn, but now he threatens to kick me out if I don't let him drink and do what ever he wants. I feel like I am going to lose everything I have worked so hard to gain for myself health wise. There is so much I couldn't possible fit it all here. Sorry.
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