We had a good run until I stopped being able to control my emotional state.
Then the text came. I was dangerous, he felt threatened (I was never violent, just argumentative, easily frustrated) and he wanted to end the marriage. He would not talk to me in person or over the phone. To this day the only way we have communicated is by text. He gave me a date to move out by, officially moved Into my best friend's house with her husband, and gave the house to my now 18 year old daughter and her boyfriend. (She has also decided to sever ties with me).

So that's the story of the breakup. It was weird, abrupt, lacking closure etc. This is where it becomes awful: Today I'm sitting in the neurologists office holding a print out of imaging that had been done recently. I was asked questions, did I have a bad headache, weakness on one side, any mood changes? The results? Damage in two places on the right side of the brain, possibly caused by a previous blood clot. The Dr and I talked for a while, I briefly made mention of my recent bipolar diagnosis. He seems to think it was never bipolar, but something that happens after a stroke. The random unexplained crying, the aggression, the paranoia... all because of a clot.
Tonight is the moment I came to realize that my marriage broke down over something I couldn't control, no matter what I did. I am displaced, severed from almost every person that made my shortened life worth living, and left living as a barnacle in a family members spare room over a clot.
He doesn't know. I have made it a point not to push contact with him anymore. He has no desire to listen, or to really care. I still feel the compulsion to tell him, but what good would it do me? Mood stabilizers have worked wonders for most of it. They keep me ki da flat, and that flat tells me he would never forgive me no matter what caused me to be such a monster. I'm tired, and I just desperately want him to understand how I tried, but I'm pretty sure I shouldnt bother.