I finally made the call to see a therapist. My life is falling apart. I've tried to manage my mi for years, thinking everything was fine. My husband finally was honest with me and it's affecting my marriage in a real bad way. Over the years I never saw this happening, but he did. I've lost myself and beyond unhappy. I think we will be fine, I hope he is my best friend and have always pictured us growing old together. I'm going to do therapy and he is going to find a support group for living with loved ones with mi. Apparently, I did not know this, but therapists in the past have suggested to him the possibility of divorce. He didn't like that advice and choosing this route. It just hurts to be hearing things for the first time after being together for thirteen years. I never knew it was this bad. I've been crying for days on top of going through a depressive episode. Im trying to be positive.