Yes Marshellette. You are right about me. And especially my man. He admits that he is emotionally handicapped. It just isn't his thing. It works for us in a lot of ways because it leaves a lot of room in our lives for my emotions. Hehe.

One thing about him and the bipolar is that I think he just can't make sense in his head of a person who says they are struggling and suffering yet is taking the kids to the dentist and making grilled cheese and giving baths. It is like he can't see that and remember I am ill. And I feel moved to try and try and keep things normal so the situation feeds itself. When I actually lock myself in my bedroom all day and crawl around in my bathrobe he usually steps up. Like that registers to him as a sick person who needs help. So what I need to figure out is the balance between fighting to keep things normal for the kids and not making things so normal that the husband forgets I am suffering. Hmmmm.