Then slowly the bizarre (well familiar to me) and controlling behavior started to creep into our lives.
He started to say he really didn’t think he needed the meds and they prevented him from being the superstar at work he needed to be.
As time progressed, I started to sink back into my hole and things progressed to bad.
I want him to be ok but I am now 34 years old with no children (human ones that is – scared to death to have them) and do not want to look back on my life with sadness.
In many ways I love him dearly, we met in high school (not high school sweethearts) and we have been friends now for 20 years.
They put him on Lithium and I started to think we may make it after all.