I lie. I lie a lot.

Having bipolar makes me feel like an alien, a species so different from everyone else. Having had gastric bypass surgery makes me feel like an alien too because I have a different digestive track than everyone else. I take meds for bipolar, I don't even know if I absorb them the same as everyone else. I made the choice to alter myself physically to lose weight, thinking it would make my bipolar dissapear. I had the  surgery 7 years ago, I am still wishing.
I have this overly motivated, self assured boyfriend. He knows about about my bipolar but I dont know if he really believes it. He has said he cant understand it because he cant see it. Well, that sucks for me. I FEEL it all the time.
I get doing really well with school, parenting, making all my appointments etc.
Then all of a sudden I start rescheduling my appointments and lying about the reason I had to reschedule. Like today for instance, I rescheduled a drs appointment because I wanted a day off from driving. I wanted to stay home all day.
Instead of telling my boyfriend the truth and feeling like a failure, I made up a BS excuse. He does everything he says he is going to do and never has to reschedule anything. Lucky.