My husband is my "when are you getting off those crazy meds" person. I don't understand it either. Without them, I'm a suicidal manic depressive mess of a woman. I think he sees some of the side effects and remembers a time when I didn't have a hand tremor from lithium, but he forgets what I am without the meds. I don't think he's being a jerk, I think he just cares in the wrong way.