I haven't found any boundry more important than the demand of continuing medication and treatment. It's the barred door that prevents the beast from escaping and causing mayhem. I also haven't found anything more important than being patient, which includes with myself. There have been times I was panicked knowing I should be doing something right now, when the best thing was to wait.

Sadly, even those that can help your husband the most are probably less a friend than anyone else. They treat him, not you, which is good for him (if he's honest with them, and probably isn't) but leaves you out in the cold. You, probably, are the most important person in his life, but are considered disposable in the pursuit of health. It's not you, it's him that's important. It's nothing personal, and you can find your own help, but it's a truth that can be hard to accept.

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In his eyes he is on the road to recovery and getting stronger every day. When I tell him he isn't ready to come home he only hears "how perfect must I be before you'll have me?".


Once bitten, twice shy. If you're like me, two words of a conversation is all I need to have a very good idea of my wife's mental state. A few more words and it's confirmed. It's glaringly obvious to me, but to her, I'm the troll with ridiculous demands.

Oh well, back to under the bridge.