I'm so upset right now. My husband has been weaned off of lexipro and now started (only one day) on Valpro Beta Chrono 300mg.
Lately he becomes enraged over the smallest things (someone's movie review, a person's tweet about a politician, etc.). This will set him off for hours of yelling and cursing.

We are both employed and living completely off our savings, and yet he'll buy loads of junk (magazines, cigarettes, beer, CDs, DVDs, etc.). If I try to reason with him, he says, "it's just a few bucks!", but of course, all those "few bucks" add up to hundreds of dollars by the end of the month. So frustrating.

I have been trying to prepare for an important job interview on Wednesday which includes a hour long presentation. He has met this situation by playing very loud music in our small apartment, having friends over to watch football, and starting fights with me by accusing me of throwing out some of his medication. Of course I'm not throwing out his medicine! It's the only chance he has to get back to a normal life! Tonight I asked him to turn down the music so I could prepare for my interview and he told me I was a pain in the *****.

We live above a street vendor and see him every day. A couple of days ago I overheard him telling the guy that he doesn't have sex with his wife much (me) because I'm always mad at him about something. Well, where do I begin with that? First of all, he's telling the fast food guy about our sex life. Secondly, that's the kind of stuff about which I get mad at him! Thirdly, why do I want to have sex with someone who will talk to the street vendor about our sex life?

And of course right now, I should be working on my presentation so I can get a job and I'm so upset and crying over all of this, that I'm on this forum instead.

Here's my question to the loved-ones of people with bipolar: How do I hear his insults and then move on to do what I need to do? He moves on about 5 minutes after telling me I'm a pain in the *****. He says "sorry" and then wants to joke around. He'll say, "I SAID I was sorry! Your'e too sensitive! You shouldn't depend on other people to make you happy." (I haven't depended on him to make me happy for years).

Seriously though, I do forgive him (over and over) but I just can't seem to move on to the forgetting part. Every time he curses at me or treats a stranger on the street with fawning kindness, or walks through a restaurant door in front of me and lets it slam in my face.... every time he disrespects me, it chips away at my desire to make things work with him. We're talking about 20+ YEARS of disrespect.

I'm so depressed right now. I'm out of tears to shed.