And you know what pisses me off even more.. My H doesn't do crap for me. When I was suicidal earlier in the winter, my BFF was the one who was concerned and she lives 1600 miles away. She called my T and told him that I was down deep. H never said a word, and when T called him to tell him that I needed to be "watched" he still didn't say anything to me.

BUT- when his brother this past summer and fall was going through his first manic/psychotic episodes.. H and I were the ones to hospitalize him the second time.. H stood up to his brother, was proactive, tried to convince him to go to the hospital on his own.. He was the kind of person I needed this winter. Why wasn't he there for me???