He refuses to see a therapist. He says that he is done. He can't handle the Bipolar anymore. I wish he would have decided this 10 years ago when we got married instead of now when I'm in the shape I'm in mentally. I have got to find a job so I can afford to live on my own. This is going to be so hard on me. I just hope I can actually work. Okay, I'm done with my pity party now. Sorry I rambled!