Dh started bickering with me when we go home after his work (which I drive him to and from, 2 towns over btw).
I am so done with it. I am having a rough time but he doesn't get it. He doesn't believe in meds because all of his issues have been directly situational.
He couldn't even bring him to say I have a mental illness last night. I asked him to accept just that, not even being specific that I am bipolar. He tells me I am mean and nasty I don't ever help anyone and I can't let the past go. This is really not true.
I was seriously ready to take my son and leave last night. I told him not to sleep in our bed last night but he refused. That made me feel like my space was in a way violated. I just need my space so I could think about things before exploding. I tried to talk calmly with him.
He won't go to marriage counseling, but he occasionally comes to my therapy, usually to tell the therapist how awful and unpredictable I am and how its all about me.