Same song, Next verse please...
So I wake up this morning after having a very pleasant dream about (of all people) my boss. Then I look over at my sleeping DH and sigh. He's doing better lately, but after too many years of what we thought was depression, but since has been diagnosed as bipolar, my energy for addressing his disorder has been sapped.
Spontaneity and fun is dead (perhaps common with long term relationships), intimacy is rare (physical intimacy squashed by meds, emotional intimacy by his self absorption). What may be a surprise benefit; my sense of self confidence is high. After living with him too long and watching as he religiously medicates and then does everything else wrong (staying in bed, avoiding human interaction, alternating between excusing irritability as part of the illness or sinking into depression out of guilt) I know what would help him. The problem is I don't know how to muster the interest to try again to tell him and help him along his path. Simply put, this man is a lot of work. Encouragement requested, cheerleaders welcome.