I often realize it's hypomania while he thinks it's normal happy productive behavior because I know I'm doing things related to hypomania. I need more sleep (actually, for some reason, I really hate it if I can't sleep at all, but many days I will convince myself 3.5 to 4 hours is good enough). And I really know running 10 miles when I need to gain weight is bad, bad, bad. But I never tell him how far I run. Because of the hot climate here, I run in the dark a lot (which is risky behavior in and of itself, a lone woman running at 3 AM). But then when it ends is financial disaster or I'm talking over everyone, he hates it. He doesn't agree with my being on meds, but he wants me on them when I go full manic. I really don't understand it. I don't think he really gets bipolar, but then again, it's hard to understand lots of things if you haven't walked in those shoes yourself.