We've talked about trying to make it work somehow but honestly I don't think he's prepared to put the effort into that. He is refusing to get help on his own and refuses to get counseling together so that's a no go.

The day after we fought he packed his bags and left. He's now about 600 miles away from me.
I am waiting to see about my new place so maybe I can get something back on deposits to help pay everything but the waiting and not knowing is killing me.

Of course he's giving me the hard luck story about how he had to spend all this money and borrow from his parents to get into his place and start over, but I didn't ask him to do that.
It's so exhausting at this point. It's all I can do to have a conversation with him without wanting to yell or cry or say something mean in response to his behavior.

I did go to the psychiatrist today and he put me back on Lithium so I"m hoping that helps with the depression and moodiness I've been dealing with.