While I see what you guys are saying, no one knows the full story. So here it is:
He wasnt like this the whole 12 years. In 05, he almost died. The doctors didnt know how to help him, for about 3 months, he continued to get sicker. He ended up septic and thats when one doc had the bright idea that H needed a colonoscopy. They did it and immedietly seen Crohns disease. They put him on 2 different steriods and 6mp. In the meantime at home, he was 108 lbs and so weak, I had to dress him and help him shower. He eventually got better and went back to work. He was doing fine. He was back to being his old self. Went back to work. Then last year, his brothers gf lied on us. She almost got us kicked out of our home. Still, to this day, is family cusses him over whatever lie she told (we still do not know what she said. No one will tell us.) She caused him to lose his job. This is when he started being like he is now. Anyway, all the stress caused his CD to flare. He lost some weight so the gf told my inlaws he was "probably on meth". He tried to kill himself. He got septic again. Spent the better part of April of 2012 in the hospital getting blood transfusions and sterod treatments. I finally got him back to gainin weight, on his meds, out of suicide danger. He got better. Still couldnt find a job. Then last month, he flared again. He lost 5 lbs. Got depressed last Monday, he tried to shoot himself. I got the gun away from him and had it locked up.

Someone asked where I "learned" to stay in an "abusive" situation. I am not in am abusive situation. He is sick. Back before he got sick, my dissociation got really bad due to my moms death, I was in pain amd I would physically attack him. Ive broken his nose 2 times. Ive punched gim in the throat, Ive broken things of his. In all that time, all the things I did to him, not once did he get angry. Not once did he hit back. He took care of me. He took care of my boys. Made supper cooked cleaned and worked amd made me take my meds altho I didnt want to. I would spit the pills back in his face. And still, he was patient. When we first met, I was a drug addict. He got me clean. The firt week of withdrawl, I would say the most awful things to him, about his family. Scream and cuss him. And he never got angry. Never held it against me. So, its not learned behaviour. Its called being a wife. I get frutrated amd sometimes I think I might hate him for being sick. But when I said through sickness and health, I meant it. And no, I cant leave. This, as it stands now, is a life and death thing. He needs me right now. Just like I needed him all those years ago.