We were in college, he knocked on my dorm door to see a mutual friend. The friend was busy so we spent time together re-arranging dorm furniture to jump over. We knew each other from class but I thought he was an *** and I was the girl who broke pencils and walked out. We spent most of the next two weeks awake doing manic things, like being chased out of a grave yard at 4 am by things only he could see, and getting engaged. We eventually fell asleep together at said friends house. Then we kinda never left each others side. I told him I was anorexic and never ever want to go to the hospital that if he ever sent me to the hospital that's the last time he'll see me. That's only because I overshare when manic. I wasn't dx'd yet.

When I did get dx'd I went off told him he must be bipolar also blah, blah, blah. I was right. I only got dx'd over a threat of divorce.