There's no chance for therapy. The relocation thing--my husband has made it clear that will not happen, ever, and if it does we will be hiring someone to come in just in case I'm committed. I don't want some strange woman coming into my home and playing Mommy to MY children. And that's the thing--it's like my husband is just assuming I'll be put in the psych hospital at some point. That it's unavoidable. He told me last night that if I don't want to end up in a psych hospital and I want any hopes of moving I'm going to have to learn to "totally control the problem and get rid of it". My response to him was that is like me telling him to get rid of his diabetes. It is seriously that idiotic. I know him and his mom have been discussing my "condition" so maybe part of this crap is coming from her.

I just know that I am tired of being treated like a child. I've developed thing for our priest (bad, I know) and it's because he talks to me like I'm an intelligent human being. He has told me that my bipolar does not change the way he views me and he still thinks I'm a wonderful, intelligent person. I feel horrible having a crush on another man but I guess someone making you feel like their equal does that sometimes.