I have a husband who is overwhelmingly supportive, and has been throughout the 34 years we've been together. He's stayed with me through my mood swings, my alcoholic rages and blackouts, all of it. Sometimes he even has to be my caregiver when I'm not managing well or I'm forgetting to take my meds, but he says that's what a husband does. I think the man is a candidate for sainthood.