When I married my husband over 26 years ago, I always thought I would stick with him through thick and thin no matter what. Little did I know I was entering into a crazy, turbulent, confusing, heartbreaking world of living with someone with MI. Life became all about the illness and trying to cope and my own needs were pushed into the background.
Over the years I did question whether I would reach a point where it was unbearable and I would have to give up on our marriage. But I decided if I had that point, it was like already being defeated, so I decided that when things got tough, there had to be a way to cope and make things better. Not that the abuse is ok, or that I deserve to be treated badly or am responsible for the behaviour of my mentally distressed husband, but that we could forgive, move on and work out ways to minimise the damage. We have learned a lot but you need two people willing to adjust.
Unfortunately, about 5 years ago, our life did spin out of control worse and more prolonged than it ever had before (about 3 years of pure absolute devastation and pain) I really felt like the next admission to hospital, I would tell them I didn't want him back. Thankfully, we found a medication that took the edge off the anger and volatility and things have settled down. We did have to start over and rebuild our marriage again from the beginning and slowly the damage and pain is healing. I am so grateful that I never gave up, and that I got the help I needed to deal with the trauma
I hope for everyone there is a light beyond the storm