I want to do the work of Frank and get well..bipolar

The doctor told me that I was bi polar and I had bi polar two.Bi-polar 2 is when you have mania and you do a great deal of things.I have been doing certain things every day and I am trying not to spend money.Money has always been a curse to me and money was the reason why he left me.I did have a true love..but noone seems to know this....when I got mentally ill..it was in 1962 at the age of 14 and there was no help available.I had to go to the school psychologist and such and i knew that I was different.Being 14 in 1962 seems years ago..but it was a very different time.I used to take my radio in my radio and every saturday..I would listen to Norman Nite.Then I would listen to Cousin Brucie and I would listen to WABC The Good Guys.I have good music and people dont want to say it..but the music of that time has lived on...has anyone here even heard of Michael Jackson? The music stars of yesteryear had talent....they were not freaks.Even Smokey Robinson wouldnt be as weird as Jackson...Things did happen to me a great deal and it was because of my bi polar..you see when you are bi-polar...you have got a tendency to make bad decisions..so the decisions about money is because of my illness and noone seems to understand this.I had a great many people dying on me also..but in 1962....there was no support groups or computers....Noone knew in 1962---especially the men how to communicate...I knew that it would be a long time before I got well and I wanted to go to college.I worked 2 jobs for 7 years and paid for it myself...but I dropped out after 1 year.I went to college during the Gas shortage and i had a hard time getting rides.Noone wanted to pick me up from the house and sometimes Frank would take  me...Then I made a big mistake and it was huge..and i realized that certain people just dont fully understand and so I was left alone a great deal of time.My mother never spent time with me...she was always with the boys.She was always taking them to sports and she would forget about me.My mother never knew how to talk to me and she couldnt talk well.I am 61 now and it took me many years on how to do a good conversation.My mother would always compare me to other people and wanted me to be something that I wasnt.I never knew what she wanted me to be...and for some reason...she never knew herself...Noone will know the tragecies that I had and noone never will.My late grandfather was from the north side of Italy and in that village...they do not trust out side people with their problems and such...and I do wish that I had learned this sooner...but this is a lesson learned...I dont tell Brad or her my problems..because Sandi is in the clouds over this guy at 60...acting like a kid and she doesnt know what planet that shes on and I have to explain to her certain words..so when I go to my 45th reunion..I am not staying with her or Carol...they are both is a clouds and at 61...i dont have patience for this drivel.But I will always miss my house...it had to be sold for the nursing home and I can never go home anymore because  I dont have a place to stay and I dont want to stay with her...because I went through this with Jerry in 1962 and I dont care to do it again..so I do wish that she would get with it....